‘This is Not My Happly Place’

Sticky tones offer

no solace

to a girl who thought she loved music.

 

Inconvenience is the enemy

of luck

and so of imagined possibility,

 

so of self. I am

 

frustrated by eyes that sag

to tell folks

of my tired burdens.

 

So I’ll glue false eyelashes

to my slick skin

and yell, “I am not happly here.”

 

A songbird      no longer

interested

in        singing.

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