I dream of bad breath
my breath smells bad
not bad enough to be horrible
but bad enough to be bad
I didn’t brush my teeth today
I did brush my teeth yesterday
like this morning coffee
drunk, right before bed
like a bad dream
30 minn. after you wake up
I am sitting in this white conference
room big as all creation
organizing enumerable poems
my friend has given up this impossible task
or maybe she is done
she instead is writing new poems in crayon
she smiles and waves to me
-Creed Schierman
creed, i love the sense of scene here, and it's as if we are eavesdropping on the speaker and getting to hear even the fears inside. this makes the last line come home and getting her with crayons and a smile and wave. it makes me think how important innocence and love is.
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