This poem was written in response to the question, “How many lies have you told?”
Sappho’s Liar
By Sarah Teresa Cook
I don’t know what to do
two states of mind in me
~Fragment 51, translated by Anne Carson
I know nothing of [inhibition]
can’t point at the sky without going there
maturity, or desire?
…a swath of skin trying to register its own caress…
what I love most: [ ]
music
how the world upside down is still the world
every poem, every line, every turn of phrase… something new is blooming
desire, I think—[must?]—is never the problem
it’s funny to be a little… dishonest sometimes
to pretend this and that are less cousined than they are
every oath, every ruin, every mask: unprecedented
each feeling a brand new one
how it shocks the room with temporary light
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