It’s not the kind you’re thinking ofthe one where someone is sprawledin temporary catatonic splendor…
“Smile.”
“I don’t know how to.”
Is it too late to start again, do you think?Peel it all off and grow another skin?This one never fits — too large at the waist,too tight at the…
Not your heroes, sometimes cruel.We both let go, left, with no intention to hurt.Bitten flesh, living scars.Sorrow on hold; cannot…