(One more like)

I look at you and see myself

A distorted reflection in a distant mirror

Bad luck is upon you as you reap the repercussions of refusing to see clearer

A mishandler of fragile feelings

Demanding and never delicate

A filter abuser, a constant accuser, less patient version

Virgin-born again into celibacy

Do I love you?

Do you really care?

Let’s see what Facebook has to say.

After all, what’s really important is put into hash tags these days

I’ll tell them indirectly, post up a pic, and wait

Do you guys like me?

(Maybe I care just a little bit)

Lie to me, as you do and i’ll stare right past you, right past myself and directly into the sunlight

And at this moment I can’t see a thing, and everything finally feels alright

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)