we aren't laughing

we can't help but think
she's talking about us
instead of them.

sometimes
she realizes it's not true
routine.

she just forgets
that's what we say
she can't help it

but its not true.
we're burying her
piece by piece

we can't talk
she'll figure it out
we cover our lips

but she knows.
she knows
and she's angry

but she doesn't know
that we can tell.

she forgets her nose
when we walk by
she forgets
it's convenience

we can't remember
somethings
some things.

she picks up the pieces
for safe keeping
we don't know how to stop