I'm O.K.

we're happy.
that's what we say to ward off questions.
you know the ones
"what's wrong?"
"are you O.K.?"
the kids are all right
peachy keen
with smiles as wide as an
endless
ocean
we fall down
and get back up
left with bruises
that cover
easily
I'm O.K.
I just can't
look at myself in the mirror
and smile, really.
But I'm O.K.