Friday, September 6, 2019

And some ends

I’m not sad, 
I tell everyone.
And it’s mostly true.
I’m whatever I’ve 
always been, but
now my mask lies 
broken at my feet 
in sweet-smelling chunks 
of fiction.
I’m too tired to fix it,
though everyone
can see now 
how little I’ve kept.
Just some odds.
And some ends. 

But who can smile 
like before?
Before what, it
doesn’t matter.  
Before him, or her, or them,
and all their
counterfeit futures;
before the carnage
of understanding that
most crimes are simply
endured. Before
the after.

No, I’m not sad, 
I tell everyone.
I’m spare;
a collection of only 
the most dangerous hopes, 
waiting.




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