The anorexic
thinness of a smile,
goes well with
threadbare tee shirts; argyle knits.
With broken
wings it hangs there for a while,
wanting the
inside out; a thrift store pile.
The seeds of
sounds through headphones still transmit,
the anorexic
thinness of a smile.
In darkling
dreams the soul begat black bile,
and left a
vacancy; an open split.
With broken
wings it hangs there for a while;
a purple
bloom, a Lily of the Nile.
Cast not your
probing gaze lest you admit,
the anorexic
thinness of a smile.
The
photographs are wounds in art school style.
A pain cut deep
has ruptured from its slit.
With broken
wings it hangs there for a while;
a radio that’s
broken off its dial.
Black liner
runs; a cigarette is lit.
The anorexic
thinness of a smile;
with broken
wings it hangs there for a while.