I look upon her
and smile
Do not smile
she says
It is not good
she says
It will cause
your face to wrinkle
your lines to deepen

Look at me
she says
I do not smile,
my face is smooth
as buttah
But I never was
one to listen
I cannot help it
my rebellious self
as I smile at the memory
of my grandmother
wrinkles deepening
at the corner of my eyes

I move across the cold floor
feet shushing on the wood
trying not to wake
the man in the warm bed
I lift the edge
of the blanket
gingerly slide in
tucking my feet
up
into
the place
that warms me

Are humans inherently evil?
Does it go right to the core?
Do we always need to prove ourselves?
Do we need to settle the score?
I watched a documentary
With people doing experiments
On other people just like them
Callous with their detriments
The lower class
The prisoners
The foreigners
By practitioners
And now we have this information
Torture, surgery, chemical weaponry
Some classified, some out to view
Is it their duty of citizenry
To share that information with me?
To tell me how and when and why
To share results of tests gone by?
Do I even want to know?
Do not let them die in vain
Maybe I should share the pain
(maybe you should share it too)
To learn
To see
And  
NOT to do

Happy Valentines Day Poopy
Although I do not need
A date just to remind me to
That our love is deep indeed

Your superior eyes entrance me  
When you look up from your book
To catch my eyes just so
And give me that **** look

That I hold inside my mind
It’s a look for only me
I will treasure it forever
Into my heart you see