how am i?
i don’t know
the pills i’m on could conjure up a desired reply
what have i been up to?
slipping my hands in black water
only to be grabbed by the kind man i once knew
full of none genuine greetings and small talk that is anything but entertaining
i’ve grown too familiar with their faces
so every once in awhile
i glare outside the window of my cafe
i saw two people practicing ballet
envisioning the smoke between my lungs become a gastray
if my smile could speak
what would it say
would it inhale deep
or darken the day