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Alphabetic breasts

She ripped my tongue out The moment I spoke And hung it On a string Thin as dental floss In between alphabetic breasts Whose white lips Mouthed theĀ letter Y, Which was, after all, The only word I could say While she walked away With my voice.

A toothbrush

A toothbrush thrown Over the top Of an apartment Tells the story Of the end Of a love Better than this Poem could ever. * The toothbrush twists In the air In ways which dentists would not recommend But have nonetheless wondered about And probably tested Because there it goes Moving unperturbed As though it … Continue reading