You're spewing green-gray jealous smoke,
and casting the occasional glance in her direction
along with astray smiles,
where you've extinguished your (less admirable) emotions,
Your "its-so-lovely-to-see-you" is as deep as
a smile where cherry red lips (lightly pursed) cover gritted teeth,
the iron bars for your gossip-worthy remarks.
Oh, and they are gossip-worthy!
The perfect sour-cherry-jam-tart retorts,
if only--

There are always more in your back pocket.
They come in packs of seven
(only 10 cents at the convenience stores).
She really is a lighter.

Oh,
she's smudged your cover.
You better go
gloss on another,
but don't--
ah hell, light up another.