Firework

I am not a firework

despite what Katy Perry says.

I am not an explosive

pyrotechnic device.

I am not a fizzing, loud, extravagant

source of entertainment.

I am not the focal point

of other people’s happiness.

I am fine with this.

However, today

when Katy asked if I ever feel

already buried deep,

six feet under,

screaming,

I thought, ‘Yes,

I feel like that now, actually.’

Come to think of it,

I do feel like a plastic bag

blowing in the wind

and not the American Beauty

‘Ain’t existence neat?’ kind.

If truth be told, I also feel

like a house of cards

so paper thin

I’m one blow away

from caving in.

‘Cause Katy,

I am not a firework,

though, for what it’s worth,

bursting into shiny smithereens

doesn’t seem so bad

when you say it like that.

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