The Liar
Heather Dyer
You would wake up
sometimes
in the night
and hear them fighting.
You’d clutch
you Mickey Mouse doll
and the smell
of linen tight
to your chest
and creep downstairs
and sit
and maybe you’d cry.
Then she would come and
float her arms around you and
kiss your hair
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll always
stay together.•
No wonder he left her.
She lies.
