I did not see the sky today;
I hid myself in layers.
I found the ring that doesn’t fit,
called the brother I’ll never miss,
tried on the dress and noticed the rip.
Today I did not crack the shutters;
I do not deserve to see the day.
I left the restaurant hungry yesterday,
praying he wouldn’t ask me home.
I want to be left alone,
and when I told him so he hit me.
I cried today.
Twice.
I don’t think God is listening.
And though I have not seen the sky today,
I have not told a lie.
