Monday, January 14, 2008

Cousin’s Market

 That lady with the checkered shirt

            only has five white teeth the

others are blackened; not with soot, or grime, or

wax—just black.


I assume

They were once white

            or barely yellow, like a duck’s

underbelly—repelling water


until the duck, dead,

            floated angularly in the water

and sank (unnaturally, impossibly) into

            the murky depths.

An oldie. Bootsie

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