Grey Shellac

What I lack cannot be bought
Or sold at the local supermarket—
You have it though, in abundance.

Censorious girl, churl,
Woman of means, thanks
For the words of encouragement.

Still, eggshell dilemmas
Multiply like fractured lies,
Forcing me to fit the pieces together.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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