My big stupid fucking grin relaxes only with intent. Even when I’m so sure I’m right, my every word quakes. I never receive responsibility; everyone pities and cares for me. Everyone feels good and is my savior just being in my presence. When I meet eyes, I smile. In the mirror, I smile. I expose a vulnerability any time my eyes near a connection. I expose the generosity I’m then due to exercise for others. I’m extending a hand with every smile. I’m so practiced, it’s almost inherent in me to live in servitude to every other being, even the face others look to greet.












