“I Migrate to Where Smiling is the Default”


Smiles are earned through autonomy

And are beautiful,

Of heaven


That’s what is forgotten

In the documented,

The crestfallen

Stabs at containment


The fact is,

It’s raining too hard

For stasis

It’s raining need,

Which is voluptuous, vituperative rage,

It’s raining confusion,

Change, with heads swiveling round,

And finally,

It’s raining smiles,

With my hands clenched, my whole body shaking

Front and center, oblivious, useless

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