Lotions of Honesty

Red and white plaid; Those annoying
plastic; Stiff; Tablecloths from hell-
begging to be wiped; washed;
Even thrown away with the leftover crumbs;
and the empty wax-coated soft drink cups-
I ask, who are you to ignore; discard my feelings
as though I were as disposable-

You need to take the time to re-feel my surface;
There are no scratches; grit; or wax on my face-
I lie not here in the afterthoughts of someone else's
spoils-
Nor in the midst of the turmoil of another's unwarranted
temper fit-
Take your hand from over your heart; For you have not
been sworn to anything sacred-
You bleed from the vein of invisibility;
Gone from you is your powers of truthiness-
For I have taken them all back; With pride and predjudice-

I bathe in the lotion of honesty; More often than you
will ever be aware of-
Take a good long look down the slippery slope of life; Then
turn to your own reflection and ponder it's shadow
of nothingness-
I may not be silk; but I damn well am not plastic and plaid;
nor am I as easily disposed of as you may have once
thought-
Don't bother with a vow of revenge; For you were never sworn
to anything sacred-
Just simply go ahead and finish bleeding; and I'll rest
here in your puddle; Without the slightest hint
of pride or prejudice

© Lisa Hilbers
1/10/2006