I keep porcelin in my mouth

I smile with teeth 

Only 

Sometimes

I don't

On the tram

The bus

Sidewalk

I smile by crinkles and wrinkles

That walk on the sides of my eyes

The crows 

Feet are 

Black and 

Track incertitude

On a track 

Through the city

Uneasy concrete 

faces

Cluster and disperse 

Meet each others 

Appeasing elastic lips 

Bungee cord back in line

like a mantel 

Warmed by the hearth

Pleased

But would never twist in an upright curve

Expose the versatility of a horizontal line

Though I know

Smiling by cherries

Made red by the cold

Hoisted up by corners

That quickly fall 

Before harvest

Somebody’s

Some

Bodies 

Pushed closer 

Than on a date

That dates 

Back to back

Strained intimacy 

With whom I didn’t chose

This is too close

To share the porcelain

In my mouth