Good Day

A scar, a lost coin toss
Stamped across and running the length of you
Mocks intelligent design
Still, we divide these two by two
I'm left maintaining
A paper plaything
Intoning spells involving particles
That crash and then collapse
All around, versions of events go blinking past us, while...

We're just rehearsing some attractive
Force carrier morality play
Some superstition
A black magic vision
A dark spot with an irregular shape
Undo the weak force, undo the strong force
What's left over will decay
Without the moon, without the tides
Life evolves another way
That forbade me to beg you to stay your hand
You suicide king

But I'm fine, really
On a good day
The best you can hope for is that I won't ignore you
Or wound you any more than you've already been today
On a good day
The best I appear to be still reads like childish
And petty to the untrained, plebeian eye
But I'm fine, really
On a good day

New possibilities, intentions, shifts
There's a delay
One more division, one more collision
Repels us towards another end game
Where we don't have to vie for attention or affection
Or whatever it is they equate these things to these days

But I'm fine, really
On a good day
I might set aside obsessions
So not to blame you for every mistake I ever made myself
And leave you wondering where you went wrong today
On a good day
The universe could split apart a billion different ways
And still be the same, or close enough to call it a win
And that's a good day

I wanted to beg you to stay your hand
But then I felt you shove me to the pavement
But I'm fine, really
On a good day
I might not have talked myself
Into a quarter turn of the head the other way
And chalked up another loss today
On a good day
I might not have invented
Countless possible other realities to distract myself with
So that I could be okay