hi paper, lie paper
2026-03-01
hi paper
lie paper
let me hear some words of untruth coming out of your mouth, bleed out of your vein,
but isn’t someone else’s lie someone else’s truth
universe is endless
possibilities are endless
lies are another truth?
how do you want to read?
poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.
change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.