(based on Lydia Davis’ short story ‘A Few Things Wrong with Me’)

A few things wrong with me,
We can’t help but consider
When the axe falls and
Our heart breaks.

Trading bards like swapping
Stories never seems to
Even out the swarmed
Stings that surround us.

We drip, drip, drip
Away into that corner.
Nothing left but a
Bags of tears.