It rains teeth
every time you smile,
the soft clicks
sneaking through
the walls
like the hollowness
of your eyes.

And I know
when you go
I’ll be
pushing a broom
across the deck,
asking what
you’ve done

You’ll make this
sound so rational
the next time
we talk.

-GD Butler

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