Tonight's Poet Corner: English Toffee Teeth
English Toffee Teeth by Belinda Roddie Old man glues his hand to the sidewalk, frees himself and leaves two fingers behind. On the pavement, they grow soft and sticky, like good old English Toffee, the crunchy dirt substituting for almonds. People leave pieces of themselves all over the the city, and the walls of townhouses, too, oozing rhymes from separated ears that they plucked from their skulls to slap onto alabaster. They want to eavesdrop on their neighbors and see if their husbands and wives are having sex in a tiny bedroom with a little car parked just beneath their window.