We swore to banish lies, vowed slingshot truth.

With sober oaths to real boysenberry johnnycakes

and homemade cottage cheese,

we were stalwart advocates of authenticity.

We made nearsighted promises.

Neither of us noticed meany-mind hobgoblins

sprouting out of each straight forward,

well intended observation.

We beat each other half-to-death

with blunt verbiage.

We named it honesty

but an ugly duckling hatched,

truth is: critique kills sunflowers.

Od to the peevish pledge

to rational romance.

It turned us into tedious, fretful

stonecutters ….

chunking out love’s eulogy.