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Posted to Poetry

I am forced to wonder
if my toothbrush is still
at her parents house

If they knew it was mine
they would isolate the
DNA. Crime lab

If they only could guess
how I did their daughter
They would call the cops

How I turned their daughter
out like any other
I’d be in trouble

Man, I am in trouble
I need to be insta-
-tutionalized quick

I am a danger to
myself and all others
who cross my blithe path

No longer a danger
to that girl anymore
My teeth are rotten