The Only Thing That Gets Me Through the Day is My VHS Copy of Space Jam – A J Flanigan

Speaking ruins the atmosphere.

built up romanticism fades

behind the veneer put on

by cordiality.


Don’t make friends uncomfortable

with honesty.

Spout, please, a practiced

version of yourself.


Hide behind a shell

too sad to ever admit


while fake-smiling until

the cows come home.


Cows, of course, aren’t

intelligent enough to

understand why your

scowls aren’t meant

to be off-putting, that

they’re just your face.

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