No one even asked me 

No one asked how I felt, but as usual I show up to tell you whether you want to hear it or not

The rain outside is unremarkable and I am struck with accuracy

Accuracy in how I feel, which is rare, so I figured I had better write that down 

Fleeting things

These are my specialty

   after all

You didn’t ask

But I will tell you nonetheless

I am the classic underachiever in one of those bad indie movies

The type that you start and not quite instantly, but soon enough, hate

Overly dark and irritatingly emotional before there’s even reason to be

You keep watching, though

Because by then it’s halfway through the movie already

   and you know you

You are devoted at this point 

A bitter-end kind of movie watcher, which I do admire

And so you watch said star of movie struggle,

   the whole damn time

Mishap after mishap 

And some are funny for a second and some are sad for a second and you eventually come to realize that this movie isn’t even going to end well

And it doesn’t

No happy ending and no shocker ending either

Just the same banal tone that was supposed to be artsy in someone’s mind 

   but translated badly to boring

And then the end 

The end is just another example of the star’s ordinary bad luck

As it shows her, invariably, cleaning out the apartment of a friend that has died

It’s New York, after all, or some equally dreary city that inspires some and repels others and was likely shot nowhere near there but in Missouri somewhere

For no reason

It is an old neighbor friend though, this New York, MO apartment dweller

So it isn’t even beautifully sad, just more of ordinary

   and then it ends

Just like that

No resolution

No hope of better days

Just an old dusty apartment to clean up and as the credits close, some overrated and under obscure for the movie band starts playing and you get up and don’t think about that movie again until you look in the mirror the next morning

And then

Then you know why you didn’t ask