Idioms
What good are they
They only tell me what I know
They tell me “it’ll be okay”
But time is not the greatest salve
It has not healed my wounds
Time is just a variable
That crushes and dilutes
The Glass Menagerie had it right
When speaking of the memories
And romanticism when stripped away
Leaves nothing but hysterics, see?

I am but a dove
Named a pigeon
Because I fit that hole
And because
The grace afforded me
No one wants to try and see
I’m the dirty bird
Cooing in the ally way
I find no shame
In stealing crumbs
And leaving waste
I am not the lovely one
Draped with peace and olive trees
I am just the other one
Left alone in this great city