Have you ever seen me

cry? Not just a tear, a stab of relief

of physical pain mind you,

but a river, a rolling spiky ocean,

a steady flow of information

making its way down my face.

 

Have you seen me cry in frustration,

over a film, a whole class once did

in senior school as Boxer

the Horse was sent down

in place of the people; I wailed then.

 

Did you see me shed a silent,

inexplicable tear over the death