Authors: Anne Heide
Twenty-eighth Year
By Anne Heide
Eva made the same mistake in saying no
I will not remove your arm
I am carrying most of
you in my mouth.
There will be no wedding in this story.
Ever dressed her quickly and wrote
her teeth on paper. This molar here
and this here,
and now your jaw.
Covering his arm,
he hid his elbow. There
will be no answer here
to his soon dislocated shoulder.
What was she wearing?
In the picture.
And just that, with no teeth
again she lapsed.
And just like that, with open fingers
made him dilate
in front of her
Isn't it just a bit disconcerting that
this rain is falling on me white?