breathe easy now, child, rest your head..

I am, I am, I am…Narrator’s
happy smile….

coalescing
in effervescence, bubbles
in the belly. An
instinct that never goes away.
smiles never work
the way people tell
you ask me to look at you
looking at me with
a question on your face

just stare at the plastic tiles

I am, I am, I am…Narrator’s happiness. I am, I am Narrator’s fake smile. 


© Ms.Fire, 2018