Checkmate

I bite my tongue
just to check that I can still lie my way out of a
“Yes,
I’m fine. How are you?”

On the one hand, I’ve only got two hands
with which to lift this shit off of my shoulders
and damn it, this shit is heavy.

Life seems to be full of boulders,
obstacles, and U-turns.
I feel like I’ve learnt that way too soon.
No way of knowing
what will hit me next in an attempt
to break me
and –

Excuse me.
I just need to clear up this glass that I’ve smashed.

I’ll be right back.