"You look different,"
He said.
"Oh that,"
Knowing smile,
Taunting tip of head,
"It's because I'm happy."

The lack of humour

     is a social malaise

     I regard it an armour

     all hours of night and day

doesn’t cover
a frown. It can turn  
the lips to wine or azure,
plum, pink or lavender. But

you’re an amateur. The waxy
paste sticks to the cloth, you
have to  toss. And your painted
smile rinses out

in the wash. The gloss
can’t shine the river
of brine swelled as a wave
above the nose on your face.

if i want to get big,
my goals have to get bigger

if i “love him so much”,
i have to be the best for him

so i’m going to be the best
<3