There is nothing ordinary or light about you.

You don’t look into the camera, you look down or sideways.

You do that because the weight is too much for anyone to bear, the weight of your gaze.

You know that, it weighs on you and has for time immemorial.

You wake with words like ignominy hanging over your bed.

And carry the burden of good grammar when no one else will.

You suffer, you make your whole life out of suffering, but suffering will never pay

and the words will never leech out all the suffering

and so you will always look that way.

Categories: poetry, writing

Tags: humor, poem