I sip away my sorrows
by drowning them in the heat of my tea
and pay better attention to the nice warm feeling of it sinking to the bottom of my stomach
rather than think about the stranger that wouldn't look away

she hides under her bed
and cries herself to sleep,
she wants a happy life,
but she hides what she needs,
though to many she may be joyous
and as many friends she has,
she still needs someone close
which she clearly never had

they gather for a picture,
with wide smiles on their faces,
and send the holiday cards
to their cousins and nieces,
"what a perfect family"
they all must think,
but behind the camera
their smiles start to shrink
because they need to stick together
when the family's falling apart,
but the parents get divorced
and the children don't get too far

I
have
now lived
through an actual
plague &finally understand
why Italian Renaissance paintings
always have couches with

fat naked people

laying on
them

.