POET COOPER
Lost Tooth
Lost Tooth
in the bathroom sink—the red
bull dances, dances
one wheel up over the curb, lifted
white primer truck, with aftermarket
fenders.
The lost tooth
in the bathroom sink the red bull
dances, dances, the boy with ink hands
screaming on
a street tattoos wings on the open
mouthed buildings, the lost
tooth in the bathroom sink the red
stained towel held
to her opened skull
Widow-maker draws her smiles in lap
dance-chances, romances, our names
lost in bathroom
sinks where we mirror eyed
red bull dances, dances.
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