Open faced…

…like a sandwich,
every emotion writ plain.
Are we the unlucky?
Unable to secret our
disappointments,
our distaste,
deep within?
Or are we the better for it?
Baring our souls to every stranger
and coffee shop barista?
Doomed to never lie
about
our age, your
new brown shoes,
our partner’s performance
in bed?

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