The tooth fairy took all your teeth but I think she also has your innocence, and you never saw a dime.
Salivating teeth taste smoke.
Souls peep morning skies through dewy windows.
Today is Easter Sunday. I won’t survive, however, if I can’t do this high or a little drunk. One of the two days out of the year in which the church is full. A fact about the faith so laughable I find I cry myself to sleep at the thought.
You do your best to keep the ball in the air. You drop it a few times while doing your hygiene routine but pretty soon it becomes second nature to keep the beach ball in the air.