PULLING TEETH FROM A WOLF

Andrew Dooley

1. lil big // molars // backdoor

2. golden // canines // silver medal

3. baeby // bicuspids // innuendo

4. T // incisors // fear

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OH HONEY, I SEE YOU'RE AT IT AGAIN

boy;

glisten skin, fill me with your friendship, i’ll plant a seed in there,

i’ll get you girl, i’m a venus bear trap, so small but i hug

so hard. 

i think we could live in a melody, glisten skin. i really do,

you keep me so far away and to be honest,

how totally unfair. i gave nothing but chocolate

and basic human decency, and what,

i can’t even get a kiss?

come on now, glisten skin, i’m walking uphill

tied to a tree, and i think you’re the tree and the hilltop.

i always say you’re playin games and i get a giggle,

or a stop it, or a seriously, we’re just friends. 

girl; 

have you seen my eyes? i think they rolled right outta my sockets.

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Andrew Dooley is a poet living in Rhode Island. His poetry can be found published or upcoming in Shoreline, Visitant Lit, and Blue Lake Review.

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