teeth restaurant

to learn how to eat, the great dead dog
walked me down to the diner. you were there too.
it was neon as all heavens should be. 
i saved my state quarters for this kind of angel. 
offering bowls from bike helmets. we took turns 
pleading for spoons. silverware of all shapes & sizes. 
the waitor asked if we were sisters or lovers. 
i confessed "we are neither." i wished we were lovers. 
you insisted on eating with your fingers,
plucking teeth from a golden plate like turkish delite. 
then, feeding me & asking "whose dog is that?" 
"what dog?" i lied, stroking the dog's back. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.