Inside the tubette on the small duplex tile
shadow of my hand made a movie
wolf head the dangling cigarette made a long fire tipped tube
resembling a smoking fang
which curled from his mouth to my mouth
then slowly into the peeled back tiny mouths
of the flaky enamel ceiling above my shaggy head
a test of endurance metered by
what with things changing this fast
I drown the soggy creature
threw his wet butt out of the bath tubette
trembling as it was a small room
with a very large open window
he bounced and disappeared off the sill
into morning
aching and yawning
like a neglected tooth
that took root in both night and day.

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