Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
You look great
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Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Ibuprofen my
food. Robitussin my drink.
Illness my altar.
Snot blocked mucus jammed
sinus pressure. Every breath
a pulse of pure pain.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.
Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.