Talktativeness Poem by Michael Earl Craig

Talktativeness



He threw a dollar bill at her, as hard as he could.
It fluttered to the floor before it hit her.
She wadded-up a five dollar bill and bounced it off his head.

In the next room I stood very close to a mirror
and examined my teeth. The longer I looked at them
the more they looked completely foreign to me.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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Michael Earl Craig

Michael Earl Craig

Dayton, Ohio, United States
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