Smile for the camera
C'mon, give us a smile
You're prettier when you smile
But grief is tugging hard at the corners of my lips
Walking along falsely through this week
I've watched fifty different people dodge my sorrow in their own ways
It's tiring to drag it along behind me like a runaway's sack of dear and worthless belongings
And then to tug it out of the way to keep it from tripping anyone else
There's no end to this piece
Because the end isn't in sight.