dumb plastic flesh thick paper thin
always wins
the grins
fake grins
yet grins and
still
we give in
so easily
because the green
or pink
and sometimes blue
glues a picturesque place where the red tape isn’t seen
we dress up
and prance
and host
just to be
fancy framed ghosts
in grad photos
concerts
candles
we’re paper struck
puppets
playing
alone
don’t fucking leave me alone