came out of the dentist’s office
and i’d lost the poem, half
my mouth numb, the other half
filled with the taste of
stale metal
had the bill in my hand
less than a quarter tank of gas
fell to my knees at
the edge of the parking lot
and started scratching in the dirt
for words
found nothing but bones
found nothing but garbage
had things to say, but could
only kneel in the filth of
two hundred years and spit out
blood
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