a line break is a kind of lie my friend says
yet still he writes
an encore over and over the lyric
a border wall topped by concertina wire
as does the sound of honeybees
as did the man on the Golden Gate who leapt
after he fed the parking meter
Copyright © 2022 by Cintia Santana. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 14, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.