i think
that i used to be made of wool and gossamer.
when that was all torn away—
i was cut by my own sharp edges.
my smile has changed.
it used to be all teeth and pearls,
now it's a little bit crumpled
(just a little, i was the only one to notice)
(the smile really belongs in the eyes).
i don't know
right now
i don't know.
my head hurts
and i feel useless
and unnecessary
like an ink stain.
i just want to get through today
and tomorrow
so i can get through the next day
in the hope that one day,
it will all settle into place.
and i will smile with pearls again.
i don't know
if i'm sad
(i don't think so)
i think i was stretched too thin
and now that i've regrouped
i've realized that i've tangled.
i just want to feel better
—foggy
