His teeth have been 'corrected' with braces but have now returned to a version of their original shape. The two front teeth are prominent and in line with the incisors, but the other teeth that were pulled and rifled in their sockets, for a period of over twenty four months, grow from the roof of the mouth and collect milk solids and phlegm from his asthmatic lungs. These string across the the roof of his mouth and around the epiglottis and his tonsils, which are unusually large, push the tongue to the front of the mouth, and through a long habit of not revealing his teeth while speaking and the seeming necessity of having a gap for air at the front of the mouth, a pink spot of tongue and the white shadows of spit down either side of his mouth is in frequent appearance.
His tie is worn loosely around a thin throat and bears a white tag with his name. He has chosen not to opt for the usual left chest placement of the name tag as a mark of originality, and was known to hide the 'trainee' tag attachment under the largish starched collar of the light blue shirt that was part of the uniform for 'food for less'.
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as a young child, Herve walked on his toes.
his only friend, Ceaser [ a dog ], walked like
this too. Herve needs surgery. lest he become a
grown man with head hung out precariously
over cagey
chest and bent knees.
and i'm thinking of him; the lights are bright, so i keep
my mouth and the register closed.
the lady is staring at me .
the song is singing to me
" and stay one more day "
i can tell she is lost in her thougths of me, that follow a
dusty and old path, along the lines of
_" i am not like you "_
while she jellyfishes her way through reveries
i have my own that go
:..
her shoes are small and nearly covered by dark blue
levi's with the old cut and torn on the rear hem.
the ass is worn from changing sizes, and then a tempting.
hand that just barely pendulums, and glows a bit. like
those weird roots in the early morning. there is a tee.shirt
worn around the press on letters and picture of some band i'll
nnn..nnn..n.ever. know about. [ why do i stutter even in thought ]
oh. lips and that hip short hair with layers of die.
i want to see a tatoo thats eeking over her shoulder.
her right hand has little bit of yellow between the first two
fingers; skin just begining to crack from cold. gently ridged
nails. no paint. i become cought on the sharp chin-> years
of thin lift by hope and whisky. .. .her eyes rise like
cornbread . hot. buttered. and burning my hand.s
she is right.
' iamnotlikeyou '
i'm glad i hid my trainee tag behind my collar.
..:
Chi e e nun e.
wonderfully descriptive and somehow unpleasant. the thought of a mouth being like that and watching or looking at someone with those characteristics.
he is incredibly beautiful.
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