PULLING TEETH FROM A WOLF
lil big // molars // backdoor
golden // canines // silver medal
baeby // bicuspids // innuendo
T // incisors // fear
OH HONEY, I SEE YOU'RE AT IT AGAIN
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
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.
have you seen my eyes? i think they rolled right outta my sockets.
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.