so weird to see you now,
how - now - you balance your mouth
like a waitress with a tray of drinks
about to fall and spill them all
and maybe break a glass or two and
cut a jagged line across her skin.
but you, you keep your blood in
and your heart and teeth polite,
not quite the person i remember in those photos.
rather, an imposter in a stoic, brittle shell -
cracked slightly on the inside -
of the you i knew so well.
