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Poetry  – 

Of Truth and Other Fabrications

Dan Albergotti

Of all those old truths now no longer true,
the truth that the truth’s the truth is the one
I miss most. Knowing that what’s there in plain view
is just that—plain, true, not some dull troll’s fun
with spongy, truant minds? Those were the days.
He says, I’m not even sure that’s my voice,
a year after admission. . . .


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