It's my birthday next week,
writing it down ties in knots
my shoulders for the places
I 'should' be by now.

Who's should is the bomb
inside my brain ticking?
I made the book, the script,
and set this threat in motion.

And how boring would a
happy ending be so early in?
Like a sitcom that has to
manufacture chaos
for the season they
never expected to receive.

Confusing is the genre,
is it laughter, is it drama,
to renew this life another year?

© DanGlyn