‘you have model breath’
by quilty
‘you have model breath’
your breath smells like
teeth stung by the acid
of stomach bile
like come
and smoke
& & &
no bread,
say that much, no
mayo, the little hairs
inside Tod’s nostrils,
those “gay tubes of leather”
(Anonymous)
no reeking lamp
or academic paunch
microbrew
nor queso
I prefer the milkbone mouth
of the Labrador
anyday
