Monday, August 19, 2013

Ever since I saw a tree it's been this way--

Sads in my Happy. Spread through
like smoke through a vent
beneath a bed in which
a child is sleeping
at night. I can feel them
in my eyes. --A thickness, a paint mixed in
with the wets that gloss my iris
when I smile:

Dont be sad she said be happy

I am I said, I was trying to smile from my liver

I was smiling : feeling
the Sads in my true Happy, eyes and crinkled


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