Scout

byVictoria_Lucas©

The truth only emerges
  on Saturdays
     after eleven,
when cigarettes become a better option
than coffee, or taking off my clothes
is easier than driving home.
Honestly,

do you ever believe anyone who begins
a sentence this way?  Believe me,
I never lie.

There will be no toast and jam tomorrow,
no crosswords in bed.  
They have already been said.

Coincidence is the advantage we take of it.
To tell you the truth,
I haven't seen my jeans yet.
Can I just crash here?
I promise we won't argue any longer.
Scout's honour.

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