The man began to cry Four feet from my ears Which stretched and strained To catch his conversation In their elastic curiosity Great fat tears Sliding down the mountains and valleys Cheeks and hollowed out lines In the corners of eyes and lips Wetting the paper skin As shoulders shook and hands trembled Some words about a daughter A young girl not seen for a while The tender sorrow brought to An unintentionally absent father Pain is the color of the water Draining from the ducts on this manβs lash line his white overalls stained with the sun of labor done with his hands not his mind his face now drying salty residue in the hairs of his chin lapping up the remains of his Americano I lose interest