There’s pennies in your smile
fit for train tracks. I press my ear
to your chest, check the time.
The outcome of this is determined
by who we choose to direct:
John Woo demands two trains
barrel toward each other
like a high speed Mexican standoff,
doves flying along each one.
David Mamet never shows the train,
just people mumbling about it coming,
sometimes telling each other to go
Michael Bay has the train transform,
punch The Statue of Liberty, Steven Tyler,
with a gas tanker fist.
David Lynch orders the conductor
to huff something; we speak backwards.