They say a smile is a curve
that sets everything straight
Does the mouth not twitch
Do the cheeks not contort
When lips part to reveal the gum
In an act of smile?
When the lips part
But conceal the hurt in the heart
And the teeth clasp so tight
The tongue’s teary tale is swallowed up
And the heat of the head
Or the hate being hid
Is bottled up in the circus of a smile
(The bomb will let in, someday)
Does a smile save for then?