on lying: A Poem

 growing up
 my mother used to tell me
 during her more lucid moments
 of motherhood
 that people who lie often 
 lie enough that they believe themselves
 and I used to think that wasn’t true
 how could that be possible
 when surely
 we all live in the same reality?
 but the older I get
 the more I realize
 she was right
 and maybe in that strange way
 she knew herself
 the way we all eventually understand ourselves  

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