There’s a smile that wants
to dance across my lips,
but I taste its sweet,
and I haven’t an urge for sugar.
I do find humor in the
civil war on my face,
and the audience
who’s not sure if I’m angry
or simply (if simple ever fits) insane.
My husband swears I’ve been
reading Bukowski again,
those whiskey cigarette lines
keeping his bluebird from
nesting in my chest.
It’s a day… Just a day.
I‘ll get through it, around it
or over it.
But that smile, hmmm,
I’ll keep it to a smirk.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 2