You’re not going to believe a word of this,
not a word, although it’s true, sort of. I was
told this by a man who sometimes lies.
We all lie a little, sometimes.
We say what’s true is false.
We say what’s false is true.
Not always. Sometimes.
What I’m telling you is for the most part true.
For the most part. Some parts are not.
I do not have a way of telling which is which.
Sometimes they switch.
This happened to me,
not me exactly,
but to a friend.
Not my friend but his friend.
who I know very well
I do not know at all.
My friend insists I do.
I don’t. So tell me.
He tells me a story so general
it would be true of everyone.
The guy was born. Has birthdays.
Someday he’ll die.
Billions will never know.