wrinkled
as a slept-in bed
disheveled from heavy ***
sprinkled with prickly sweat
on a worn-out mattress
no less

His lies lie
hidden
in his overstuffed closet
dancing with the skeletons
a colorful composite

His lies lie
still
as a still-born baby
but they grow as the trees
and cannot be buried

His lies lie
south
as sunny Miami
after she found out
he turned clammy