I poked at the heart
with an open umbrella
the old man's cane
surgery without ever
attending medical school
or watching tv
I picked my head up
and tried to read the digital
clock in the store window
but the half-bottle of aspirin
blocked the minutes
so I either had some time
or
I left him where he was
the rain had stopped
months ago
so I filled my pockets
with pennies and
sprinkled them among
the children with hungry
faces
I convinced their tummies
they were filled with chocolate
copper and brown mixed into
dirt
left a crunchy taste
like desert skin or
the tales wives lie about
and the size of their fingers
told me where they
hoped to find their next
meal
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Plastic Eggs Stain My Teeth
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