By P.C. Vandall
There will be no bridges over foamy
waters or dark caves with stalagmites
dripping down. I want a man who can smile
his way to Friday and shine all day Sun-
day. I’m done with niblets of corn, rusted
front grills and babbling brooks. To be blunt,
the dull, fake and crooked ones really bore
me and I’ve become a bit bi-molar
when picking out my men. My perfect man-
dible is clean-cut, polished and bright.
He’s perfectly veneered with white picket
fences lined in a row. He’s brilliant,
finely chiseled, and razor sharp. I fall
teeth over kneecaps to be with him, spoil
him rotten but In the end, he brushes
me off and leaves me like a chewed up wad
of Chiklets gum. There is no jaws of life
to save me, no icy lake to numb the pain.
The only pearl of wisdom I can give
is some cavities should never be filled.
About P.C. Vandall
Pamela is the author of three collections of poetry: “Something from Nothing,” (Writing Knights Press) “Woodwinds” (Lipstick Press) and “Matrimonial Cake” (Red Dashboard). Her next book of poetry debuts in spring 2017 with Oolichan Books. When Pamela is not writing, she's sleeping. She believes sleep is death without the commitment.
There will be no bridges over foamy
waters or dark caves with stalagmites
dripping down. I want a man who can smile
his way to Friday and shine all day Sun-
day. I’m done with niblets of corn, rusted
front grills and babbling brooks. To be blunt,
the dull, fake and crooked ones really bore
me and I’ve become a bit bi-molar
when picking out my men. My perfect man-
dible is clean-cut, polished and bright.
He’s perfectly veneered with white picket
fences lined in a row. He’s brilliant,
finely chiseled, and razor sharp. I fall
teeth over kneecaps to be with him, spoil
him rotten but In the end, he brushes
me off and leaves me like a chewed up wad
of Chiklets gum. There is no jaws of life
to save me, no icy lake to numb the pain.
The only pearl of wisdom I can give
is some cavities should never be filled.
About P.C. Vandall
Pamela is the author of three collections of poetry: “Something from Nothing,” (Writing Knights Press) “Woodwinds” (Lipstick Press) and “Matrimonial Cake” (Red Dashboard). Her next book of poetry debuts in spring 2017 with Oolichan Books. When Pamela is not writing, she's sleeping. She believes sleep is death without the commitment.