until i left
by Gabriel Ricard
She handed me this bag
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.
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.
Posted on 08/16/2013
Copyright © 2021 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!