I found it accidentally, my tongue
lolling in a bowl of empty,
a parking space with no car,
a circus with no kids crawling
underneath the back tent,
a story with no ending.
And what of the escapee?
Did I eat a piece of teeth
(good for the digestion)?
Did it float on parachutes
of brussel sprouts or spit
or snot to find applause
as front man of a band
and tour the world?
published in Write Under the Moon
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