trying to be yourself whilst others hold you under the microscope, these “patterns” revealed, those of which do not lend any conclusions, are drawn up as if they do,
inevitably cruel & heartless is the first face that looks upon a baby with the idea that they are property, s/he who is the caregiver, seeing a child not as something to
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,
maybe there’s an inner shame that s/he doesn’t want to talk about, maybe a thousand shrinks couldn’t skin the top of that surface, but it glows from out the iris when
what brought him to this place she wants to forget---doesn’t matter, didn’t matter, because she stood by her man when it happened & he had been a great man