THE CLOCK THAT LIES WITH CONFIDENCE
The clock declares it’s almost two,With confidence entirely untrue.It skips ahead, then drags behind,A criminal untroubled by time. At dawn it rushes me in fear,At night it whispers, “You’re still early here.”I check my phone, I check again,The clock insists it knows me best. It blames the power, blames the light,Blames walls for holding it…
