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Enduring Envy

I want to be you
with your
honeyed hair, your diplomatic laugh, and your anorexic advantage.
with your
clear completion, your well-trimmed nails, and your practiced posture.
with your
clever conversation, your unblemished health, and your cost-effective job.
with your
quixotic death, your final breath, and your remaining ash.

My Smile

My smile is overproduced and cheap.

a simple muscle lift with a buoyant chuckle suppressed.
a calm, universal, prosaic rainbow, too weak to revolve upright.
a polite gesture while my soul drowns in insecurity.

A production, a curtain, and silent applause.
Lazy love, my smile is lazy love.