They fall one by one…
each with a special design.
“I’ve applied for several jobs.”
“I went to go run an errand.”
“I’m working on a short story.”
“I enjoy being single.”
Perhaps this is my coping mechanism,
handling the heat of questions by
invoking icy answers.
They’re just little white lies;
how can they snowball into a blistering blizzard
if I’m controlling my own forecast?