My best attribute is that I’m wearing a green sweater today,
and in it, I never tell lies. It’s my truth-telling sweater, and I
have one in every color, only some of them are T-shirts—
when I’m wearing short sleeves, all you get are half-truths.
But that’s better than what most people give you. Whatever
they have on, you’re only getting tank top-level honesty,
or a bra, or pasties. Or bare chest. But maybe I have this
all wrong—maybe the only truth is in flesh, in which case,
I have things completely reversed. In which case, I
apologize. In which case, I have been lying to myself.
Put the kettle on, someone—it’s a chilly night,
and I have a lot of new truths to tell.
10 thoughts on “Telling”
Very clever Marilyn. I like the image of a green sweater being the truth-telling sweater. Green is such an earnest color. You had me believing you there, until you flipped it and now … brrr.
Thanks, Lupita! I really was wearing a green sweater that day, and then the rest unspooled (unraveled?) from there.
fun and tongue-in-cheek kind of write. Makes me wonder about what I wear says about me. Stay warm. 😉
Thanks, Sheila! Yes, what if our clothes really did have secret meanings like this?
Very clever!! I like the idea of truth-telling clothes!
Thanks, Mary! It’s unusual that I use such a definite conceit as this one, and follow it through.
I love the turn in perspective here, and the “In which case…” parallelisms. And the green! And the sweater and T-shirts! It’s like the sweater unravels itself in the course of the poem, leaving just the cold truths. Marvelous.
Thanks, Jennifer! It all did kind of unravel as I wrote it, and I resisted the urge to clean it up more than I did, or fix its weird logic.
kettles boiling. all ears here… ~ M
Thanks, grapeling! 🙂 The weather’s turning, so I’ll need that kettle more and more.