“--39--”
The toothless woman
peers into the lens
grimacing, growling
putting on a face
designed by another:
plastic form, rubbarized mask.
“Glads ta get ta Noh U”
The photographer stoops,
placing another stem of
gladiolus in the vase.
Framed by trumpets,
an entablature of fauna
and redwood flooring
the toothless woman
howls with rage,
eyes rolling, tongue lashing,
billowing cheeks, snort froth.
--Take --
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