The Facts

Maybe they don’t really matter
anymore

maybe your beliefs about me
are like sneaker waves
that pull us under
when we least expect it

maybe the facts
are a small sea anemone

feeding on morsels of information
regurgitated and sent back out to 
the ocean floor
to feed other half truths
floating around aimless

at times
when I try not to drown
under the rip current of your words 

I think about the 
Mariana Trench
its immeasurable darkness

the submarines 
how they will implode 
the closer
they get to the truth

CONNIE POST

Connie Post’s work has appeared in Calyx, Slipstream, Comstock Review, 2River, American Journal of Poetry, River Styx, Spoon River Poetry Review, Slippery Elm, and Verse Daily. Her work has received the Liakoura Award and Crab Creek Poetry Award. Her full-length collections include Floodwater, Prime Meridian, and Between Twilight.