STOP selling us our deepest insecurities
on subway cars and hopeful mornings-
Perfection of the self
begins from within.
The steel rails that carry commuters
exposing the heart (through the eye) to
comparison, pain, a not-good-enough mindset,
are too frail to carry passengers far enough
to where it matters,
where they break,
where they hate themselves.
I’m tired of walking past advertisements
with my head