Cucumber

I can’t stop thinking about
this lie 
I can feel the synapses in my brain light up
Thinking of the fibs I’ve told and the fibs I’ve heard
I see you as a little girl
in a plaid school uniform with a circle emblem in the corner
St Joseph’s or Sacred Heart
Dreaming that someday things would be different 
You could reinvent your life
Reinvent yourself
And pretend to forget the word for cucumber on national TV