Trace

these same tired eyes miss, every time
same, tired corners
of a smile
lose the red of moment and hurry through the hot shower to rinse the corners clean
and soft, turned in, not down or up, pruned from too much wet like toes and fingers after a bath
in the mirror she paints up-turned corners on her eyes.
mascara makes me feel more awake, she says, filling her corners with red.