Jim Simmerman
Tell The Truth


Whatever she said in bed to you was a lie,

or else, something she had already said,
in another bed, to somebody else.

Didn’t it make you shiver nonetheless,

and blush in the dark like the digital clock?
Whatever she said in bed to you was a lie.

Though meant, perhaps, to draw you closer,

it set you adrift in thought, instead,
to somebody else, in another bed....

Whatever truth there was, was in the numbers

trading places on the face of the clock.
Whatever she said in bed to you was a lie

you already knew by heart. You’d heard it

before, said it yourself, in the dark,
to somebody else, in another bed.

The truth was in the numbers, and the numbers

were disconnected dots. Whatever she said
in bed to you, she was lying, like you,

in another bed with somebody else.