frust ration

the man in the floor above/takes off a shoe/and lets it

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an almost perfect steak/had a tiny hardness of gristle/and the last bite/wedged the gristle between bicuspid and molar/and tongue work didn’t get it out/nor the paper of the restaurant receipt, folded/nor american currency in the form of a dollar bill, folded/then unfolded it slipped between the teeth but then tore/and the wedge is worse/and the drugstore he is walking past has dental floss/but it is closed.

I’ve got a secret about a woman i secretly love. would you like to hear it?