9 1 25 lucky partial
When
I use
to put
out breakfast
at the homeless
shelter I always
made porridge
with powdered milk,
added some raisins
and put out a bowl
of apples
and again and again
some guy would
hold up one of those
rosy red apples
and say,
“Is this a cruel joke man?
Most of us don’t got any
teeth,” and then he’d
open his mouth so I
could peer into his
red toothless tunnel
and now due to accidents,
mismanagement and
a couple of good poundings
if I don’t have my partial in
I might as well gnaw on a
tennis ball
but I’m lucky
because
I can afford
a partial,
barely.
