I promise I’m not always filled
with a lot of lie-down-and-die;
there are so many chrysanthemums
still alive at the plaza
because of me,
because of what I didn’t do.
I promise I’m not always
that I do indeed pick dandelions
at the plaza
and they die.
And I promise I’m not always
at the plaza, either-
a lot of the time I’m buried deep
thinking about destroying and saying sorry,
but not all the time even doing that.
I promise I’m not ever lying
when I say two things that
couldn’t possibly both be true-
I promise I have never lied to you.