One Hundred and Twenty Six

Showing both sides of his smile to prove it is free of strings and magnets he places it over his fangs and swallows, the smile hollowing the flesh of his face, vacuuming his hair, gobbling through his stomach and intestines until you don’t even want to see its inevitable reappearance but before your amused grin slips, it floats in the middle of the stage, smiling with whatever authenticity it stamps him with.