OctPoWriMo Day 2, Still Smiling
Old family photos
frustrating kaleidoscope of
unsmiling faces focused
I really didn’t get it.
So much bitterness, anger
even still, firing at family functions
volcanoes erupting oozing virulent
toxicity, self-righteous self-congratulations.
Sometimes I still smile stupidly
origin story ignorant
but witness its unpleasant aftermath
They think I’m stupid.
I am now oddly okay with that.