glass houses, stones, etc.

I'm always disturbed by those who relish the pain
of those whose lives they envy

even in part. the supermodel stumbling
on the runway, the friend with the perfect

marriage now dividing the furniture, bachelor
with a broken heart. and we all do it -- wish

on flaws like children on dying stars, gape
at the steel pretzel, light and bone of traffic accidents --

somebody's always screaming in the asylum. chisels
for hands, trying to escape our latter selves, good

and wrong losing fast to infamy, bliss, another lift --
or so it seems from behind the two-way mirror. from

lifeguard seats we appear to be running, deadly toward
edges, the deep end / but look close. the kiss, isn't it

honest. everything you ever wanted.