smile too much
smile too insistently
smile a knee-jerk over and over
and you risk unraveling your own mouth
unspooling all your teeth and gums and tongue to the ground.
set the fifty-dollar wayfarers of anger permanently over your eyes
shielding yourself from the stupid glare
of sundry disappointments
let the garish old world turn gray
see how quickly you warm to the new gray world
bright gray mornings, thyme supple and fragrant in the garden
soft gray evenings, cozy in a thick blanket, carefully reading Lenin or Fanon
all is well
until one day a kissable somebody asks you, puzzled,
why are you wearing your sunglasses to bed?
(or maybe they never ask.)
You made me smile!Thanks-Izzie J
Love this. Makes my brain kick into poetry mode. I need a workshop.