The large gaps in spaces
where teeth used to live
now lodge bits and pieces
of Easter ham
big as my next meal.
My mouth became
a harbor for pork
like fish in a pond
nor did it help
storing metaphors
nor allegories in my
cavitating poems.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka © April 2020
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