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Toothsome
after William Carlos Williams
My husband and daughter sleep
blind to the bleach
of street lamps
and every wellspring headlight sluicing
the dark
Pre-dawn but this cavity
chants of you —
Don’t smile
Don’t smile
Better to tongue
the deep, empty groove
I rise, pirouette across
cold parquet
The kitten shadows me
so we waltz until
it is time to commit
Keys under fingers
twitch, twitch
and my page glows as the black
prowls into this gentled grey
the taste of a cached penny
behind compressed lips
Hold your breath
make my wish
Copyright ©
Cyndi Macmillan
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