A word we use
And we overuse
We say; knowing that our friend
(Who’s boyfriend we don’t like, by the way)
Had a stormy break up
It’s never surprising
When a perfect movie star
Gives birth to the most perfect baby
Who’s perfect silver spoon lands them
Directly in trouble…
and it’s filmed.
When the earth makes another trip around the sun
And the morning stretches and the night yawns
And it happens again
Until you’ve seen 10,000 new days.
Except. It’s not. Inevitable
That the clouds will fray at the edges with that shade of pink blush from your mothers fake leather make-up bag
That same shade you’d smear on your finger and pat on your cheek until you’d made a hole in the powder.
And is now inexpertly lighting up the western sky with the same bright intensity as a two year old in her mother’s
Cheap fake leather make-up bag
It’s not inevitable
That the stars will look like that Pearl necklace of your grandmas that night in eighth grade some boy named…
Kisses your cheek during the firework show at a theme park.
Because it is not.