the house next door
I found my teeth in the guest bathroom
inside an empty jar of vaseline
I called out to see if anyone was home
and was thrilled to see the cat
rubbing up against the hallway
smiling I tickled my ivories
with my tongue and pressed my bridge
tighter with my thumbs
opening the shade to one of the dormers
light flooded in and nearly
killed me
across the street an unmarked car
slowly came into focus
a man with a hat in the driver’s seat
smoking a cigarette
walking away I told myself
that house across the street is much
dirtier than mine
and I sat down on the edge of the bed
shivering
considering my next move
june two thousand fourteen
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jdubqca 
lol, terrific!
hiya Bonnie – thanks so much my friend 😀
Great writing, John!
Thank you so much, Lauren.
cool vibe here, sounds like the beginning of a short story at the very least…
Thank you so much, Melanie – I appreciate your visiting here and commenting on this piece. JW