Picture Three

We are fire bonus tracks.
In a badly mixed album
We are the hit songs
In a plotless book
We are the characters that
do not need direction.
We are the crowd in an empty room
The wax in clean ears
The plaque in ‘unflossed’ teeth
We are ingrown toenails and bad bones
We bring discomfort, true
But you notice, they do too.
We are the balance,
To cause pain, yet, be seen.

LARDO