Crying in the Car
I don’t think you’re funny
and no one will tell you that.
I get paid to wear my smile like a mask
while you whistle and jeer. Circus lion
balancing on trapese of vocational awe.
Whip me when I trip.
Pin back my eyelids with specimen pins
and I will meet your gaze. But no one will like it.
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Holy goodness. You ain’t holding back!
Nice use of them throughout. Admire your crisp language.
Thank you so much!