Ugly Days

You don’t look good, some days. Or
you have a stink of ruin and malice
which alerts everyone that you
are a turn of events, a bad decision,
a mistake for someone else to make.
The grocery store clerks’ smiles
drop flat with eye intact.
Your glands are damp with new
pheromones of failure and plague.
When you get home, you make
villainous faces in the mirror.