Varnish

Entirely unapproachable
Reproached for giving too little
And showing too much

Soaked in turpentine
I am the thin afterthought
The child without mind
The solvent
Just slightly unprepared

Call me quick
Not nimble or swift
Just gliding through the blips

And if you're dying
Just let the trees fall limp again
And the leaves will coat my path
Until I laugh
Satisfied
Anesthetized
And cool