put a smile on your face | poetry

poem

speech without restraint

a body with no more beauty left to suckle

silence among noise.

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I am a chair in the waiting room

studying cracks across a brick white wall.  

but I am also the needle that meets skin.

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I need to have more than what is possible in my life.

I don’t know why I never question admirations

of those who don’t require internal rage

to do any go…