Thursday, April 28, 2011

Can you come

and see my shiny new teeth?
I'll hang them up high on the shelves and keep them from the dark.
You'll feel my shoulders in the folds of your fingers.
Just sit tight and we'll listen through the windows for my friends, and their friends.
Come on over, we'll have some tea.
You and me.
Lie on the floor and hold your hands behind your back;
I'd tie them but there's no rope.
The ceiling is moving and there's patterns in the shadows,
So close your eyes if you have to.
I'll show you my shiny new teeth.

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