ZhäneA Poem by Misterbunce
Sometimes, I find my father’s teeth left out in the yard. I lick them clean and return them to him. It fills him with joy when he is reunited with them. If only I could feel vicarious pleasure through witnessing this. If only the teeth were mine. Sometimes I replace a few of them with mine; he’ll never know. I appreciate his forgetfulness.
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