Originally published 16/09/2020
The Only Thing That Gets Me Through the Day is My VHS Copy of Space Jam
By A.J. Flanagan
Speaking ruins the atmosphere.
Built-up romanticism fades
behind the veneer put on
by cordiality.
Don’t make friends uncomfortable
with honesty.
Spout, please, a practiced
version of yourself.
Hide behind a shell
too sad to ever admit
breaking
while fake-smiling until
the cows come home.
Cows, of course, aren’t
intelligent enough to
understand why your
scowls aren’t meant
to be off-putting, that
they’re just your face.
