The Belt Of The Misnomer Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She hugged me so hard she broke my back
But all the tea in Lipton could not produce a similar response on my part

When yesterday doesn't have much to say
Only tightens untruths, cinches close the buckle until no space remains
No breathing room between an event that actually occurred or a made-up story

Riding the broom
A woman with black hair who dyed her hair red
The height and weight of suspect lore
Tell me something more interesting on a broom

Living in a despicable place
Hung in prison, the rope is still alive
The belt holds up the fundamental fiction all is built on