Just Enough
Two dental bibs for flying gore.
From time to time, beautiful Dina
Rubs her soft, warm hands on my chest.
Too Much
Riding back on a Siamese Metro-Rapid,
I straddle the joint and laugh
Through lifeless lips that will not smile.
Way Too Much
Very hungry, I cannot open my mouth
For cottage cheese – I feed in cold cuts
And chew heartily on my silenced lip.
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