What Happens When Your Husband Leaves At Five

I dreamt of falling teeth.

And on waking alone, I ran my tongue over my incisors just to make sure they were there.
It was comforting to feel their killer smoothness.

And then it dawned on me that this is the time for poets so I banished all thoughts of Saturday pork and gave myself over to beauty.
And, after looking for white amidst the black, I was rocked back to sleep by the tranquil chanting of a feast of birds.