People keep lies in their pockets like
bubble gum packs.
I tell a lie and my heart pounds, my nose grows
I need to get spanked.
I can lie like a jazz singer,
it’s the 1920’s, sliding in humid Chicago bars.
I am a little girl, wonderfully scared
of consequences.
Nothing can be wrapped up as perfectly
as bodies, naked on blue Sunday mornings,
no year and nothing to do,
but straddle our time.

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Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas is a trilingual poet, raised by Greek immigrants, and has written three poetry books. Her latest, Love & Vodka, has been featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.” She is currently working on her fourth upcoming poetry book, Love & Metaxa. In her spare time, Christina enjoys foreign cinema, reading the classics, and cooking traditional Greek recipes that have been handed down from her grandmother. Twitter: @christinastriga Instagram : @c.strigas_sexyasspoet Facebook: Christina Strigas Author

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