The sad ones are often the best ones, but the best ones are not always the sad ones. 

guest

She's in the driveway 

screaming 

"This is Nat's house" 

down the phone

but

Nat's not here, she 

left before she arrived

her lower insides have left, even

escaped from her own body --

run away so she cannot run away

It is not possible to do the ol'

stealthy getaway on crutches. 

somnartyrdom

I take pride in being

the last one awake

I wear the holes 'round my eyes 

like badges 

I tell myself 

I am Being Productive

what I am really doing is

RunningMyselfintoTheGround

one foot at a time,

one Ankle...

I recall

that they call that

acting the martyr