|grandma was a poker player
Author: no.peace.los.angeles PM
she hangs wind chimes from her teethRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 76 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 10-24-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2265898
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grandma was a poker player
black oak dresser and
curving lines and smiles into wood-
grained memories. too tight to touch.
she hangs wind chimes
from her teeth,
wolfish glittering metallic daggers,
breathing twinkling notes into existence.
her smile reminds you
of an elderly woman
behind the counter in a small town,
all yeast-filled, but she snarks
at you, dog barking
and you see the black oak
in her clean, white teeth.