Lie Poem by Rae Armantrout

I lay down
the acidification
of the ocean
with a sly smile.
Unstoppable
beats fiery impact
every time.
But the sweet yellow
shoulders of the road—
the up and up
into same blossom.
I'd like to hold these
in reserve.
"Protect your identity"
says Mileage.com
three times today
as if it knew something.
I may want to fly cheap,
cruise in luxury,
buy a walk-in-tub
and burial insurance.
I may want to lie still
and think about my choices.