I.
Tonight
everything is just so
Posture upright
sets’ delicate descent
Not life
dress rehearsed
air brushed
correct
Nothing calm
pretense, rigmarole
Awkward silence
frame story, content
II.
Baby’s breath sits
vased on the table
like growing out hair
in need of a cut
sometimes life is
too much
Water the flowers
or let them die
We accidentally decide
when to be
vulnerable
III.
Screen addiction
sips our softness
the characters will
figure it out
the story will
come to an end
Why remember to be gentle?
Why put yourself out there again?