I am here
but I am not
all my friend
talk
and laugh
around me
in a tight circle
we gossip.
no.
they gossip.
pink lip-goss
and himmery poweder
applied imperfectly;
it is
the most of their worries.
while I
thin of you
lying at home
on the couch
frinking beer,
thinking of new ways
to punnish me
for not being perfect
the bruises of
yesterdays
fresh on my arms
I step away from the group
no one will notice
wehn I
disappear.
