Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Cracking up


Cracking up


I don’t always celebrate my birth, but
I’m cracking down on pity parties.

Sometimes existence
is mere air, mere breath
fewer blue and pink balloons
fewer bright thoughts
tied with string
more the nightmare
costume party

so many iterations
of ghastly fabrics

a never-ending parade
of all my hair mistakes

precious time spent
with pretenders
posers
make up
for all the cracking
up.


2 comments:

  1. This 'two ways' is a delightful entendre like a swing... a good one! Kayebird

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