Tell It Slant

Let's say truth
is an airplane
with jet fuel
windows
and a route
subject to currents
filled with believers

Let’s say truth  
is my body  
shedding cells  
and scabbing over  
walking in rain  
steeped in love 
and absence

Let’s say truth  
is a tree  
harvesting the sun  
with leaves of mouths  
on broken limbs  
lit by birds  
weighed down by roots  
leaned against  
by a child

Let’s say truth  
is the sun  
burning a hole in my cornea  
outgunning every  
other of our stars  
squeezing rainbows  
from raindrops  
burying night  
in night’s grave