duns a nickel under your pillow
for every tooth knocked out
with knuckles. The sucker’s
tied to your aorta like an anchor
too big for its boat. It’s a little
sickle. It honks, flips-off,
fractures. It would hate amp-
utation, but fearing no knives,
it hides as if a child criminal:
it thinks everything’s a game.
