But now it's tomorrow
     and she asks me "How can you smile?"
     I shrug, pause, say "I can't cry."
     When I stripped the masking tape signs off my sweater
     I called it a ritual cleansing
     but it was only masking tape
     pulling the fine hairs off my memories
     easily
     Now it doesn't seem
     right
     to order lunch, and eat, and pay
     The carpeting and florescent lights
     grate
     making my skin tingle
     with a sudden lack of love