translucent

whilst things are bad for you

the person close is there &

your sad little tears come raining,

so personal & so dramatic,

flash monsoons in the middle of

a supposed dry season,

creeping up on everyone around

as if there was something new in the

whole procedure,

but we’ve seen it all before &

your colors are beginning to

show---

so quick to take advantage of the

sympathy of someone &

then so quick to cast them out

when the going gets good,

without shame & seemingly

without conscience,

you walk the earth,

as if it were all freshly blown balloons

& rainbows,

perpetual sunny Spring days &

peace & harmony,

wherever you rest your feet---

always in denial, always conveniently

forgetful,

when it comes to knowing just exactly

what you’re responsible for,

as if you had amnesia on

speed dial.