by Ruth Stone

6:30 AM,
I suppose all over town bodies are creaking upright like
The bacteria and lesser creatures endure the toothpaste
and go down the drain–
expendable army
of the maw and dumping ground
of each hideous mouth.
Consider the populations sliding into the sewers from each
endless unknown microscopic dear ones,
born and nourished and comfortable at 98.6 degrees,
coating the vast plateau of the tongue–


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