Canadiana
I am Canadiana,
Pollyanna’s introspective cousin.
I think of her
as a cheerleader
who lost her virginity early
and likes to talk about it.
As for me, I’d rather
hold onto mine
even if it means
missing out on experience.
Pollyanna piles everything together
and has an abiding faith
even when there are troubles
that she’s fine.
But me, I break down
all my problems,
commissioning all my internal
forces to solve then,
labelling each one
like an exhibit in a museum
and drawing attention to it,
like a zit on an adolescent’s face.
Pollyanna doesn’t bother,
powdering over them
in her usual way,
she will say that everything is fine
and she especially the BEST.
Sometimes in that dead time,
two hours before dawn
when one’s soul knows the truth,
I wish I was like Pollyanna,
so confident.
But then I suspect like anyone else
who displays superior polish,
that she has her cracks too
and I can only be me.
Yours introspectively,
Canadiana