It’s like
Nick Ut took my picture…
Or the
infamous side of ungrateful
in a
maelstrom of indifference
without
identifying itself…
Who is
calling? – I am not net-worth.
Or how the
chameleon reckons with
divorce, and
other calamities awaiting –
my stature as
diva wanes because
there’s no
such thing anymore – yet
I harbor
innocence – forgetfulness,
but
full-bludgeoned there – my life
a hell of my
own seeking, yet no one
has spilled
the grace to introduce themselves
as a person
used to being alone.