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/That I am “spending time with kitty” is true,
and it's a lovely picture of us two—
her snuggled on my chest while I
scratch her under chin to make
her tilt her face, so neither of
our fat necks show as we
look up at my lens.
Facebook friends don't need to know
my ankle is purple and blue from
falling in a hole last Tuesday
or that it swells up big if I leave this chair
where I have it propped, under ice,
that this morning I struggled up the stairs
to find kitty’s shit on the carpet there,
and I wasn't smiling then.
I post to the world my smiles, cat cuddles,
sunny beaches, and happy group photos,
reserve injury and misery for
my family and closest friends,
pray deeper layers into dark pillows,
and wait for eternity to reveal what’s
hidden in psychic jungles I don’t enter,
depths of self I dare not apprehend.
Don’t blame Mark Zuckerman
that the faces on his book
only show one side.
This truth of human life is
older than Facebook, older than
Stevenson, Jekyll,
and Hyde.
By Laura Anella Johnson
From: United States
Website: http://laurajohnsonpoet.com
Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/lauraanella67/