Friday, January 20, 2012

1 Minute Writing Exercise

And you,
you have the brightest tooth under the stars
sharp like the wish of a dictator
ripping the drying sheets
on every clothes line
in every alley of Europe.
No face
just the tooth that brightens
only the freshly-swept corners
and fat pigs
whose hoofs rattle the barn.

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