Pickup Poem Day 25

Wigs

This close to a pretender's mind, purebred

Lhasa ascendant: Smart, confident, 

and complex; family comedians but regally

aloof with strangers. I am graded sub rosa

for connoisseurs, like trustworthy

coke—how fine, how close to reality

I skate under streetlamps or critics'

pinprick eyes. When you know

I'm me, you could scale my patron's heart,

bring your question to the hermit's aerie:

What's the act? There is always an act.

From where I sit, guessing has always been

more sacred than knowing.