“I dropped m’ teef.”
His lips formed sloppy
where his frown had been.
We shared mutual dislike…
me…a ten year girl-kid
burdened with each other
that August afternoon.
“ John…take her clammin’.”
Heat peevish…all of us.
So while the moms and pops lazed
sipping dry martinis on his sailboat,
Uncle John and I sloshed in tidal water
glum, sunburned…mosquito welted.
His lips flopped…”Hep me fine ‘em.”
I searched with my toes…
imagined joke store dentures.
Wind up at the hinge…they chatter.
My toes touched them. “Uncle John!”
He submerged…lost his hat…
rose with his pearly whites.
Clamped them to his mouth.
A wave swelled behind him.
splashed hysterical with laughter.
“What’ll we do now?”
I followed him all that week.
chipped flaking paint.
He took me sailing.
Let me take the Nereid’s wheel.
Let me steer her in cool breezes…
11 thoughts on “Uncle John Drops His Teeth”
This is just soooo fine
Some people walk on then off the stage so that I never see them again, yet they live on in memory. Grateful for your comment, Jana.
Mark Twain lives…delightfully descriptive poem.
My reading of anything Twain must be what happened here…and thank you. This was fun to write.
Beautifully done. I could see and touch uncle John…and his teeth.
Really happened. Thanks, Malcolm.
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How grateful I am…and how kind you are )
How generous and good we both can be!
I think so, Ward.