Looking Up

“What’s a bluff?” she asked.

Well, it’s a sort of lie. One that feels easy to let go, like a long exhale.

“Hmmm, huuuuuh” she breathed, in response.

But, with every easy exhale a mound of pale stones will grow, so high we’ll feel like little ants down here.

And we’ll be witness to a monolith of white lies, forcing us to hold our breath.

“Hmmm, huuuuh” was all she could muster in response.

And so the small mound of stones began to grow.