if joy and bitterness cannot coexist
then what do you call this?
my body that I house them in
they've been living here for years
marking my interiors
they discuss all the time
the same portraits, decor, and story lines
they sit down for tea
philosophizing to the core me
joy and bitterness
they fill my tears
washing the walls
scouring the fears
no I promise you,
they know each other well