a poem a day keeps something away
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
20
i show all my teeth on accident
when i think of the beauty of another
oregon summertime.
my mouth imagines
interacting with other mouths,
hippie mouths, crazy mouths,
painted, intrepid green mouths.
and being filled with the
sweetest strawberry acid
on the planet.
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