FIELDS OF TEETH
a live collection of very short poems by Steve Subrizi
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Monday, April 30, 2012
Across from Market Basket
In the empty lot across from Market Basket,
the birds sing softly the song of the car alarm.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
In the Woods
Smoke became less smoke and then was invisible in the low noon air.
A tree got high in the woods, and so it grew alone.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
My Career in Magic
My career in magic was set until I puked on that promoter’s cat.
As Marn rushed from the guest room, tail adrip, so did my prospects vanish.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Fields of Teeth (4)
He made the teeth into a mouth. He dropped the mouth into a jar
and buried it under the sound. He moved to Las Vegas.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Fields of Teeth (3)
She never found the dog, only the stray teeth,
which she took as her own and spent like antique coins.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Fields of Teeth (2)
The next week, another dog’s tooth came in a damp envelope.
It was from another dog. He could smell it at the root.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Fields of Teeth (1)
After two months in Chicago, she mailed him some wild dog’s tooth.
Would teeth come for him every day? He would see.
Monday, April 9, 2012
A Bunch of Roses from the Convenience Store
The air machine has got a bunch of roses from the convenience store
jammed in the intake. We found a card too, but it fell in a puddle.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Million Dollar Bug
Right out of the hole in the porch screen flew
the million dollar bug I was supposed to catch.
Monday, April 2, 2012
A Dollar and 79 Cents
I once paid a dollar and 79 cents for you to chuck olives at me while I was at work
at Rao's. Maybe it was habaneros. Maybe we both paid.