The New Dental Plan

Closeup on the maple trash caught
in the ‘L’s of the new stairway –
fresh lumber already mildewed.

A squirrel skitters down the oak
enraged by a cat; a witch sulks
in the crawlspace. We are all

going to live under the house,
and keep our teeth sharp
by biting our names in the maple bark.


In response to this Morning Porch post.