YOM KIPPOR

YOM KIPPOR

copy write JANE05

we all walk around so concerned
though most carry a relaxed open mouthed blankness
that layer is a liar and we all have scrunched up faces

we are all trying to sort our punctuation marks into cubbies
square pegs terrified of references to circular similarities
because originality has us by the throat

we attach sentiment to things that we love
that weren’t given with the right to do
because such dishonesty makes us feel warm

i try NOT to scrunch up my face
when walking past a tin man
basking in the sun

i try to believe that it is the sun
hitting the reflective metal that
makes his face shine so brightly

i try to believe that everyone loves him
and waves at him except the few of us
who can hear him rusting because of proximity

so at night i tear a ligament
pout, turn off the light and go to sleep
on a bed of knives for punishment

repentant