Lazy Narrators

i argued with the miles. certain the distance could measure me. 

time's sharp corners a defective scale. 

i sold my skin. convinced that its weight was smothering me. 

sorrow's distorted glass an empty stage. 

voices came and went. what remained was how i let him see. 

a pause much too similar to surrender. 

i spent the words with a curious consent. 

a bridge of conceit. a promise never meant to be kept. 

i solved the puzzle of a broken man

with a single piece.