A Grin Poem by Ana Podarevska

i push some words he will inevitably forget
in his general direction.
his grin breaks out before they even reach
his comprehension.
teeth are wide and long, but in a large capacity,
and holes between the stretched corners
of his mouth and teeth
reach all the way back into his brain, it seems.
i always imagine drugs tumbling out
of these eager holes.
i step a bit closer to catch the acid papers
as they come down fast on my warm, wet tongue.
i catch a snowflake and blink in surprise.
his grin spreads.