Wednesday, October 12, 2016

To strange men in gas stations, grocery aisles and elevators

actually, it would 
hurt me to smile 

it would kill that little beast 
Integrity 

when grimaces are freely given
they have lost their application 
if I smile at you
I would be barring my teeth
inviting you to admire
my perfectly sharpened fangs
pricking tongue
pungent breath 

you
have done nothing deserving of warmth 
by declaring my face cold

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