the day cynthia's teeth threatened divorce.

cynthia broke onion bulbs
with the tongue of her lisp,
its layers shedding into a bowl
like corn flakes without milk.

her breath inhaled the bite
rendering her a persona
non grata.

cynthia, oh cynthia,
now your teeth want to
leave.

will you let them go?
just sign the papers and they're out the door.