Tooth Prize

She lets me use her tooth prize she had a name she had. Name for me she pushes me away she is prepared, it is late on a Saturday night. Her mother is calling out something nonsensical she has a name for me.

Spinning thimble nonsense dark smoke clouds blue black ink go green leaf. On leather porch chair. Finger twirling twirling twirling thimble as I said before. Protector of the silver light. Spinning all this indigo nonsense as lights from every angle tell me not to continue but I will not help it. Going from the ground, every single thing I think and feel is nothing. Nothing I have ever felt before and nothing I have never felt before. Or it is only but that which I cannot say what I am not smoke sitting in my black alone.

I see cars. I see accounts. I see nothing. But everything. And it is only a matter of time yes only a matter of the name she gave me.

A prize this damage on my legs, cut cross my forehead and isn't it funny how we feel right now.