My Father Taught Me How To Lie

on the way to his mother’s house. 

I sank into the too-small seat, 

stuttering around his half-dollar truths. 

He doesn’t mention the gambling addiction pamphlets I stick between scratch-offs.

I don’t mention the Pure Leaf half-lemonade/half-iced tea he left on my desk. 

We agree tangerine is the best Outshine ice pop. 

We are both lying. 

His favorite is mango; 

I prefer lime. 

When neither of us reach for tangerine, 

he nods approvingly. 

My lessons are paying off.