Period

A tear drop alights
From a car that crosses my eye
And stops 
Behind a light that embodies red
And then drops 
into bumps and coughs
And pulls a hand break
Stop!
Like a light that turns amber
When the street is quiet

If I don't run away
In these high heels
To the last light 
Someone would want to give me a ride
With hands that go green
like a bud in my eyes 
And then blow cigarette smoke
Into my eyes

What a passengerless destiny 
My poor tears 
Are shot again
My eyes
Got their period again

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