wounded

na.

hilarity ensues

when coming upon the wounded

who walks as if the scars can’t be

seen,

who talks as if perfection lies within &

who never misses a chance to check themselves in the

mirror---

wounded people who won’t fess up to being human

get through life by making lies

dealing them out at the table like a drunken casino b-side

who couldn’t make the grade in vegas & has been reduced to

your local night club back room---

when the wounded cake on the makeup

they use all their wiles at hand

to make up for what has already happened to them &

the cross that they bear isn’t shameful, like they think it is,

for all it means is that they have been fucked with

like we all have at some point in our lives

but we alone get to choose how to deal with it---

hide it & try to act like nothing ever happened or

thrust it out with both hands gripping round its neck

for all the world to see,

these are your options &

nothing lies between.