my brain is a
wet sticky mass
like thick mud wrapped grass
I can’t process
the eye or e or c
distantly, I watch
myself talk and move
talk and move
smile, you should
smile here
can I manage that?
a smile?
should I practice
in the mirror
like a shark
or a card sharp
or a used car salesman
none seem to fit
the frown stays a while
plays around with up
up up never quite
reaching the zenith
my smile is climbing
a mountain, tall and cold
my smile has no safety
line, no soul to hang
on to
my smile does not come
and go when you say
you should smile more
no. really