i cry without any reason
staring at words on a screen
blank poems that should never make me
feel
something like this
why am i crying now
I have laughed and smiled as i wilted and died
why is it beauty that makes me cry?
maybe it is because those poems make me feel young again
i read and i am 4 and free
and crying on the sidewalk
and my mother places a bandaid on my knee
my tears drip without excuse