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until i left
by Gabriel RicardShe handed me this bag
of teeth,
and there had to be a dozen people
worth of retail work,
drug problems, and 45-minute romantic
missteps in tall and haunted Vegas-pretty surroundings.
Some of those teeth
still looked fairly healthy.
And then she moved down
to the other side of the bus.
I think,
at that point,
she just wanted to be done
with the whole thing.
I had to respect that,
so I held on to them
for a couple of hours.
08/16/2013 Posted on 08/16/2013
Copyright © 2025 Gabriel Ricard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/17/13 at 01:41 AM Gee Gabe it sounds like the beginning of a great romance to me. I mean how many of get to start a romance by being given a bag of teeth? |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 08/17/13 at 02:59 PM def gives 1 something 2 chew on, this imagery. flash fiction : image : scene : BAM! then PUNCH! |
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