Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
It smartswhen teeth are gonesome kind of wisdomin the passage
When I was a kid, my mother’s Aunt Mildred showed me her teeth. Later that night, I saw them in a glass of water on the bathroom counter.
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It smarts
when teeth are gone
some kind of wisdom
in the passage
When I was a kid, my mother’s Aunt Mildred showed me her teeth. Later that night, I saw them in a glass of water on the bathroom counter.
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