I hate sunglasses.
Proportions of emotion,
disgust lies joy sadness
surprise
hidden
secret
behind the lenses you wear
so casually,
in which I can see my reflection-
another reason, by the way,
that they should be abolished.
Humans weren't meant to see
the expressions they make as they're talking.
You're wearing sunglasses,
and all of the feelings
spattered onto my face
are overbearing,
my expressions a parade of facades.
Thanks to you.
But most importantly,
I squint when I look up
into the sun
while I'm talking to you
because I can't convincingly
avoid your eyes
while you're wearing sunglasses,
and I'm telling you
I'm sorry.
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