Waterfalls
Jonathan Avram Wolf
Tasting the tears
That run down the gutter two teeth make
Tears in route
Running a groove in your cheek
Waterfalls leave smooth rocks
When the river dries up
You can determine where a river once was
Just by examining rocks
Your face never forgets a cry
Like trace remnants of acid in your spine
The erosion cries cause
Make whiskers prematurely sprout in men
And in women
Homogenize complexion
Diluting pigment
Until the whole face is washed with a slight mascara tint
Your face never forgets a cry
Like trace remnants of acid in your spine