Cigarette Eyes

keep your eyes on the road

dont look back, just

don't, it's best, you know.

the cigarette embers glow on his eyelashes and i wonder

What that spark is lighting up in his eyes

eyes I can't quite see in the evening light.

i'd never lie

Is that a lie?

Maybe, well

We're always the ones, aren't we?

We those girls, yes, Those Girls.

The hair is maybe not quite pretty,

the eyes are dull and too small

or maybe, too large

for the round, pink face

and the shirts we wear to fit in are thrown out after they shrink in the wash

toss me in, maybe i'll shrink too

so we eat these lies and trust these eyes

and her with her soda and him with his smoke,

they're quite a pair, on the interstate, both running

from something neither of them can escape.