Good morning.

Did you know it could happen to you?

No, I wasn’t aware.
Nobody told me that one day I’d be laying here
Cheek pressed against my pillow
Lips catching on the fabric
The constant moistening causing them to crack

I’ve heard the phrase
“Pain you can smile through” before
Never had I seen it in practice.
I’m one crazy motherfucker.

You sit there and you wonder
And you wonder why you wonder
Then someone tells you to stop
And still you wet your lips
In preparation to start again
To remember past visitors.
To tell a story.

But today, your audience is humble.
Today they have a story for you.