He said murder and cancer
were not topics worth discussing.
New shoes or the activities of the sky —
maybe, but not murder.
He said he knew how to forget and
how to eat without central incisors.
His teeth were elephant pieces,
calcified memories that had fallen away.
No more chewing things over.
No more tragedy at Canine C.
Just a few clips of dancing ladies
at Molars A and B.
He sat with a little white dog
that looked at me as if I were a cartoon.
He and the white dog discussed
a plate of mashed potatoes
and in the end, half went to each
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