Smile for the Lay People

My smile
was nice.
Available,
ready.

Practiced
to
precision.

Could
lock down
anything beyond the
five holes in my face
for a
photo op.

Nice and
pretty.

Now -
My smile summons
night creatures.

And we
hang out.

And I don’t
lose my mind
anymore
when I’m
alone.

And by day,
for the lay people,
I wear concealer.

How tired I am
is still
just my business.