#17: And then he said,

"How can you be
So goddamned happy
When the world
's breaking
Into millions of little shards
Around the curve of your
Smile
And
Say that everything
's gonna work out
Just fucking swell
While
So caught up in
Storms-tornados-blizzards-snows
That even your pathetic
Little cigarettes can
't warm your cold clammy
Insides
And
When you
're turning
Out the lights tonight
Remember to wipe that
Fucking sick smile off,
Bitch.
Grief is hidden
For only so long.