caught again

caught again, I used to ask her

why do you lie about everything.
everything.

for no apparent reason.
the simplest of questions

or inquiry leads
to you opening your mouth

and lying about it.

why?
and she would stare at me,
blankly,

as a small dog might when
asking him

why he's ripped up the cushion
on the couch,

that same dull stare, without
understanding,

and she'd answer, you would
lie too

if I asked you the right questions.

exhausted, i'd give
up

and move on to the next day.