They used to reveal nothing to us.

It used to be
Leaves from trees to the public ground
Whose internal lines
Showed what they ate when
They weren't hungry.

And
When they saw that movie and;
It's ok,
Nevermind,
Let's guess about it.

No one ever said,
Let's not.

Maybe one
Opened up their love lives:

I was with him
I was with her
We were together
Through this night and
We made it
Until we no longer could.

Then,
Fabrications of myths moved on top of each other
Like late-night projections
Pushing pushing pushing
toward Nothing the world
THE WORLD

couldn't bring on its own.

I feel bad for movie stars.
I feel bad for pop stars.
I feel bad for fame because the ego
And myth has
Nothing to do with empathy.

To provide
Is never to feel
Fully.

To provide and step away
Is to say,

I am here
Currently,

But my grass
Grows
And dies

On another side.