April was national poetry month
1. Gritty teeth, cold morning Dentist tells me as she polishes that they’re beautiful (my teeth, she means). Take comfort that dentists nationwide agree I have excellent teeth. Later, hand off my chewed-up boots to Lloyd the cobbler looking skeptical, come back in three weeks, he’ll try his best. Sun is out, weather warming, I dream of hot summer days on the river gritty sunscreen sticking to skin sticking to dirt. 2. His hands wide, angular clicking the lighter, needs almost a stronger word to describe the action, striking perhaps two objects creating friction an act of small violence, release sparking flame. A friend, tentative, hesitant familiarity, too familiar but I took it anyway the leap from structured activity now reasons not to say goodbye together beside the river. To have made a good friend, I worry I’ll lose it. 3. Soft setting sun I asked after practice if he thinks Russia will invade Finland. Only pausing briefly to think definitively he says no tells me of hi...