When she shows you her teeth
it is an invitation to pry them
from the cob; arid gums, each
tooth a cork plucked, warm pops,
air settling in to make good her
promise of decay;
no good – vitality never
rustled her bed there.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
When she shows you her teeth
it is an invitation to pry them
from the cob; arid gums, each
tooth a cork plucked, warm pops,
air settling in to make good her
promise of decay;
no good – vitality never
rustled her bed there.
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