Teeth
I lost my prescription—so I swallowed myself. Am I at a standstill or
a dead end? I like to work hard whenever the task is easy. Like a shark’s
gills, I’m made of this gray world. Once upon a time, I dreamed I’d
read a book before it was written. Now, like a one–sided coin, I have
no plans. In this universe we have no choice; things have to happen.
Rain falls on all six sides of the night. Water is always busy. Yesterday, I
woke up early. Maybe, I should have slept in? When I learned that
those school children drowned at Shipwreck Beach, I lost my appetite.
What a shame, I thought. Such pretty little teeth.
from No. Wait. I Can Explain.
