I have no need of your misery;
I am creating my own in mixed media —
the watercolor of tears
and the tempera of blood,
glitter and confetti
for every single fake celebration of life.
Glue it to the canvas
with the spit I plan
to put in your eye.
My agonies are artistic;
I want to share
their distress with you.
Look me in the eye
and tell me you know
how I feel.
Tell me you know.
I need someone else to know.
