I’ve been saving my sympathies
for a rainy day, though
I’d be wrong to say they haven’t
overstayed their welcome.
Humdrum air flows
from discreet recesses
and about the public eye.
I’d like to die smiling ugh
This little cluster of words
in the corner of my brain
has left an unremarkable yet irreversible stain,
of whose appearance some might complain,
but I think it adds some color
to an otherwise drab space.
My poor face, though, it isn’t built
for smiling, despite my body
being built for dying.
Doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying.

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