It is possible to shed tears on command
as flares to attract missiles.
Do you have a light?
I remember my back pocket.
I am asking you, makeup waterfalls
at corners of mouth.
Stomp the remains into concrete.
Pull another and flame kiss nose.
Around the corner
they are waiting and the pearls begin to form.
Laugh, head far enough out to smack a street sign
while we drive;
clear up my eyes, cotton breeze.
Embers in our 45 mile per hour wake.
