death of youthful exuberance as the last nine are pulled from their homes torn asunder as if they never had usefulness or gleam – broken and battered abused and neglected safety pins, paper clips left over bristles from a rusted street sweeper all valid implements tools of the trade – traded pearly whites for plastic composite in a vain attempt to smile freely eat peacefully live normally –
have not been writing in a couple weeks as I had all my uppers removed and new dentures placed...healing time and emotionality have held my fingers at bay, but there is only one way to get back on the horse, and that is to get back on the horse