The ego is never clean
Today isn’t gross
with worry and the sky’s
wide open tarp
is thrown over precisely.
Then I climbed back inside
myself and thought:
I really am what people think,
and on thinking this licked
my smile shut,
patting my boring old dog’s
silver-gummed gob.
She is just like me.
Darren Millard is an English graduate with too much time on his hands. He’s been published by Cadaverine, the Delinquent and the Journal. He lives in Wales.