This limb I'm out on, 
metaphoric barnacles
accreted; an absence
of rock-salted tides.

Go for the win or go for the real?

"Once you decide that politics — or any other realm of dispute — can be won by allowing perception to trump reality, then the temptation to bear false witness becomes overwhelming."

Lying Your Way To Crazy

There was a time when she was not aware of eyes everywhere around her. They did not peer out curiously from behind windows she walked past or furtively through smoky exhalations in crowded bars. She looked first through her own eyes, at leaf shapes twisting on stems and flipping like coins. If she thought about it—and she did—what grasshoppers and frogs saw were other worlds alongside her own, with their particular and privileged curvatures. The universe was a multiplicity then, not a singular thing. Nor was she a singular self.