#napowrimo Day 28: Hard Work / by Shanelle Gabriel

He smiles

Tan lines crinkle like orange bacon

Lips shift into carrier planes

Exporting the bullshit of the day

They poke as he sniffs

Like he does between press meetings

He pouts

The razor of his top lip disappears

They meet again

They flap and flail

I feel sorry for them

They work so hard

To save the rest of the body

To justify the brain

To compensate for lackluster limbs

They fight

They fail

They renew their strength

Like American eagles

Their fervor unending

Like  American capitalism

Those lips

Push limits

Create truths

They miss their old life

Beers booze and boobs

Wide and open

Lips that move without consequence