He said it like it wasn’t ever my default.
Smiling used to weigh so much less.
to bring it to surface,
carries with it,
too heavy an anchor of worldly – of wordy miseries.
Why then, would I smile with such a grim view of who I am?
There isn’t a life jacket strong enough,
to lift me out of the rip,
of murky opinion of myself.
I can’t floss my teeth,
purge my stomach,
exfoliate my skin,
enough to find it in me any more,
and fake one more pearly white,
when everything I do,
is in absence of light.
and teeth stained with what you’ve been chewing on,
aren’t very photogenic.