Aurora Magazine 2010

It Must Be a Lie By Tzu-Han Tseng

She gave me a call About his death Even though I did not speak with him, I still got a shock Like his death is a lie or trick, I said, “It’s not funny; please do not lie to me.” I became silence. “What’s the difference? You won’t talk with him even if he is alive.” And a tear slowly falls down, What I did is refusing to believe; I know she is telling a lie. And what I can trust is My tears never lie.

Self Portrait Wood engraving by Sarah Cole, Class of 2013

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