Fissure

Fissure

She smiled and a crack formed in that place 

where two lips 

come together.

The right side. Not the left.

The spot where kids stick an index finger and

pull apart

to make a funny face,

“cheeeeese”,

for the camera.

Right there: A fissure fractured 

and ran right up to her temple--

flirting dangerously with her hairline.

I wish I were made of clay,

(she thought)

I could pinch myself back together.