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Heather OC: Week 11 of 208

Snarl


Back a bitch into any corner, and

Her scissor-knife pearls come out.

This is more than a threat. A clamorous,


Brazen carillon; every word

Covered in silted enamel -  coffee

stains and a salad fork chip -


But each is carefully polished,

Floss between white spaces,

A thesaurus. There are so many ways

To say father. Each connotation

A ransom for your love.


Spit through the venom. Do not

Give up and recede into

Tall trees still standing. A coterie

To hide me, my pups, show me

Your teeth, teeth, teeth. Sterilize your


Dental chair armory. Drills

Still and the silenced hiss of

a laughing gas oath.


Every poem a canine bared alarum.

We will not slink away, harridans

To the end and cave secluded.

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