{honey to an ant}

we say these things, but

we know we

don’t

mean them.

we just like the way that

the words roll

around

in our mouths

like pebbles-

the way that the lies

catch

in our throat

then grit between

our teeth

like sand

before they slide off

of our tongue,

kinda like

honey.

yeah,

that’s why we do it.

because lies are honey,

and people are ants,

and there’s

nothing

sticky sweet

about

the truth.