Rest for the Wicked
A poetry blog
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Toothless Affection
Spit out your teeth
One at a time
Make a tower,
And we’ll play Jenga
Then in the midst of your exploding gums
I tremble slightly,
Bringing that pale obelisk
To the ground
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