i am not happy. this is just how my face is.

the muscles went one way in 1998 and they never came back. the glasses are mine, the teeth are mine, and the expression is not a decision i made.

what are you smiling about?
nothing. i have been trying to work that out for twenty-seven years.

can you stop?
no. i have tried in mirrors. the mirror wins.

why does it look like that when you are sad?
because the face does not consult me first.

are you plotting something?
i am thinking about lunch. it is always lunch.