There Is A Communist Under Her Bed Poem by Ted Sheridan

She can't find her teeth......
she remembers she left them
by the sink
but they aren't there.....
the possibilities
as to their disappearance
and their new location
are as endless
as the dust bunnies
and mites
collecting underneath her bed
next to
her lover's bones......

she for but a brief moment
ponders
then once again
tries to remember
why it was
she lost them
in the first place.
Blast that dreadful man
she wishes she could forget him......