Be with a Line of Mary Ruefle’s

a piece of cloud break off and wander into the little room
of my mouth where four molars once writhed
in abscessed beds gums soft as neglected lovers grow
given years comenever looks O
masochist be the past me hoarder
of nerves that frayed misfire suffering I
touched and touched the teeth all four
three years ago removed long since the structure
those pearly gems endowed so now in golden wheelchair
my tongue like Larry Flint keeps on

Front page image by Peter Galvin.

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MRB Chelko

About the Author

MRB Chelko is the recipient of a 2013 Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Manhattations. Her work has appeared in numerous chapbooks and journals. Current and forthcoming publications include Anti-, Birdfeast, Poetry International, Sixth Finch, and Washington Square Review. She lives in Manhattan and holds an MFA in Writing from the University of New Hampshire.
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