the faker
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he tries to convince us he's
immune to reality with his
broad shouldered thick arm
muscle tough talk he says he
doesn't need anyone any
thing or any help he pretends
to be unaffected by faulty
promises even happiness he's
like a push button vending
machine providing mr. macho
bars of armored words hard
as armadillo plates protecting
belly flesh from predators he
sounds like tears with calluses
caused from denial always
trying to prove his whatever
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Prism Review
(University of La Verne, La Verne, CA)
and
Day Laborers
(Janet's chapbook published by Plan B Press)
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