The distractions are monstrous
the drive to replace the mask of positivity
and the plague of territorial jealousy
like a jack in the box I never wound
but I love when it rains
and I love when you show your true face
the rugged one
the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit
insisting it be swiped with deodorant
the stink you wish only to release on your death bed
that is the one I wish to see
that is where love lies
-Saschia Johnson
