The day's itinerary haunts me in my sleep
Should've done this, should've done that
Words that cut painfully against one's cheek
With a snap of a finger, the room's bright light shines
Excuse me, I say. Have a little decency
I like happiness only when it is served on a silver platter
My single, silver platter.
That single-serving happiness
No dinner, no thanks.
Resilience has grown from my heart
To my stomach and further down.
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