Apathy

You argue to claim my disaster-

freeze-frame suit of armor.

You want to put initials

into this fruit-pit exterior.

If you manage, for the love of God,

make sure you leave a mark;

something I can photograph,

and pay homage to.

If you make it that far,

make it count.

After an attempt,

regardless of success or failure, or

some mixture of both and neither,

please go back

to your grain-threshing,

your lopping the heads off things

standing still.

Just go back to your fields and flowering trees

and leave me to evaluate

so I can adjust my lipstick accordingly.