M. J. Iuppa

M .  J .   I u p p a 

Truth or Consequence

I stare deeply into the bathroom mirror. The energy- efficient light glows in this late hour. And, by a nickel’s width that fits the dent between my brow, I  know worry lurks in night’s museum where rooms keep the alphabet of so many things needing to be dusted or given away. Something shiny distracts me. I wish I had a gold tooth. A sweet spot, you’d say. Something that would make my mouth feel secretly rich when there’s nothing left to say. 

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