regret's sweat

If only the straight and narrow path were straight and narrow-
instead it is a wide breadth- and it is easy to stray, to get lost
on the way; the aftermath is both what happens before
and what occurs in the end. Laughter is hidden within
sobs and shrieks. We teeter and totter off the tight
rope as we completely forget how to speak right
or how to walk

Tonight

We talk of nothing; we solely listen to regret's
sweat glisten down our cheeks then chins

Wearing the grins of the sick
and/or incarcerated.