What dragged the sides of your mouth down-down-down?

Heavy Burdens?

Bad dental work?

Did the papparazzi say “a little less smiley?"

Dark secrets? Rotten plums?

Did you want something from a noncommittal lover?

Was desire suffering? Isn’t it still?

Did you think you’re the doer?

Or were you a backward thinker in a forward thinking world?

Were you alone mixing medications with metaphors

or were you alone with your next thought continued on page 47?

Too many questions right?

What the hell was there to smile about anyways?