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the tooth pulled
swiftly and the pain rising slowly afterwards a tide threatening to overrun and overwhelm yet on the way home in the freezing chill of near winter people draped in ragged blankets ill-fitting shoes layers of rags huddled in doorways with cardboard for sheets invisible in plain sight noticed only as blight how can we do that think that be that way I don't think they planned it I don't think it needs to be this way pathetically struggling I'm poor but there are so many good things I've got four walls a bed a shower a kitchen a computer to write about all of this and a rotting tooth pulled because here in America dental coverage is a luxury which because I'm poorer than some I put on a card you see so many people without teeth here I dream of losing them I lean over myself and they all fall out slowly spoiled milk from a pitcher into my shaking hand a book of interpretations informs me this dream means I'm afraid of things getting out of hand and of losing control but as I go everywhere anywhere I see this has already happened what is wrong with humans and man-kind then when they see but don't do anything to alleviate suffering but return to playing games on their cell phones I don't have one (a phone) I'm behind the times old-fashioned my pocket change is for the poorer ones if it does them any good at all. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS DATE TIME STAMPED 11/16/2021 1:31PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD HAVE YOU WONDERED WHAT THE ORIGINS OF MY SITE NAME ARE? BEFORE I HAD THIS SITE WHERE I WAS PUTTING DOWN MY POETRY I HAD THOUGHT OF IT. MANY YEARS AGO AS A CHILD I WAS AT THE FAIR TAKING MY CHANCES RIDING RIDES. I DIDN'T HAVE AN EASY LIFE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER...BUT HAD THE CAPACITY FOR GREAT JOY DOING SIMPLE THINGS. I RELISHED THE SIMPLE THINGS...LIKE THE FAIR. AFTER GETTING OFF THE TILT-A-WHIRL I WAS DIZZY EXTREMELY DIZZY AND I RAN LITERALLY INTO A METAL POLE..FUNNY THING IS THAT I DID A SIMILAR THING LATER ON IN LIFE AFTER GETTING OFF THE FERRIS WHEEL. but WHEN I WAS YOUNG THE END RESULT WAS A MILD CONCUSSION AND A QUICK TRIP TO THE ER. WHEN I WAS THERE...I HAD TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED...AND THE TILT-A-WHIRL BECAME THE TILT-A-WORLD BECAUSE i HAD TO KEEP ON REPEATING MYSELF SO MANY TIMES. AND THEN I THOUGHT THAT IS KIND OF WHAT MY REAL LIFE IS LIKE...IT TILTS...SO MUCH HAPPENS THAT I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER...AND SO ITS STAYED WITH ME, THAT DEFINITION AND IDEA, EVER SINCE... Vote for this poem |
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