There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked,
certain shades of green light that wilt flowers in the field.
It is an ‘as if autumn walked in with a jug of herbicide
and started perfuming life with death.’
Yes, certain smiles that stand on stilts to prop them up.
Smiles leaving someone so bent that they see nothing
save for dirt staring back at them.
There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked.
