Converstation With My Teeth April 1

I have bad teeth. Always have since birth. I had braces as a child and hated it. Hated going to the dentist. Put it off too long, too often. Ended up with multiple root canals, and bone grafts, and finally lost six teeth and had to have dentures. Lately, my remaining teeth have been behaving a bit better I may lose another tooth before the end but that should be enough. I am waiting for the development of dental clones which I hope will happen soon so I can grow perfect teeth and replace all my old rotting teach. I tell my teeth one day my plans “Teeth” “Yeah master” “We need to talk” “so talk, dude.” “ I am going to replace you all with brand new teeth. You have been such pain my entire life, can’t wait.” “So you are going to kill us off and trade us in for a new model?” “Yeah” “Bastard, but hey we don’t have a choice since you are the Master and we are merely you’re eating machine slaves.” “Yeah, you got that right.” And last but not least, our optional prompt! I got this one from a workshop I did last year with Beatrix Gates, and I’ve found it helpful. The prompt is based on Robert Hass’s remarkable prose poem, “A Story About the Body.” The idea is to write your prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.