or beautiful, either

you're beautiful and sad
and I don't know why you're sad
but I don't know why you're beautiful,
either

you have a number of tattoos, it's just
that number happens to be zero, but
they stitch and wind their no-design
across and under your skin, and into

and you are owned

by the decisions you have never ever made

and you are saved

by all the things you are so glad you never said

and you are home

right in this instant, but this instant's slipping past

it makes you sad

but you don't know why you're sad,

or why anyone is sad,

or beautiful
either