No One Listens

No One Listens

We pack our emotions into used cardboard boxes

labeling them with permanent black ink

without tender care

no crinkled tissue paper

or newspaper print

We haphazardly toss them

tape them

and try to forget

We arrive at our destinations

slamming car doors

eyes to the pavement

seeing nothing

shoulders caving in on broken hearts

We stride in brightly

 wide smiles and cheerful hellos

fucking liars

hiding behind name brand clothing

make up

job descriptions

dressed up to sound prestigious

fancy fucking words

flow from our lips

We make it sound so pretty,

don't we?

Angela Minard 2015©

Artwork by~ Audrey Kawasaki