I come to work
to answer the telephone-
sun shining in my lilting voice.
Greeting the clients, the boss
with a mile-wide smile...
I nod. I glow. High-beams on profile.
Concentrate. Somewhat Insanely Controlled.
Visualize a Giant Toothsome Jack-o-Lantern Grin.
Nearly burning out my bulb within.
Return home to
face the woman in the mirror.
Reassess and remember where she has been...
stack up all impressions,
toss them into the recycling bin.
Unscrew the hinge,
open the cabinet door,
deposit the smile
(do not forget the tarnish remover)
into the plastic container
marked in brown "optional feature."
After all, it is a
smile like all the others,
exactly like the one from the day before.
Reach for another container marked in pink "frowns."
Gently, readjust my chin and forehead,
feel the slack in my jaw,
feel my face settle down,
feel my shoulder settle in.
Flip the flexible mental switch
and the weight falls off...
the mind, unhitches,
the tickle feathers release as I cough,
perhaps I even laugh.
Then listening closely to soft pulsing music,
the notes persuade me, woo me to dance.
I bend, (without concentration) I sway,
I free-form like its my last chance.
Finally for the first time,
from my insides to my out,
I am, I will be
H A P P Y.
All Rights Reserved By Author October 25 2011
Melissa A Howells Meloo of Tilt-a-World
coming straight to you from The Land of Odds