ONE DAY ALL YOUR TEETH WILL BE MINE by Sasha Fletcher
10/30/09
 
Outside the windows were trees and in front of the windows were plants and on the windows were blinds. The plants were buried in dirt up to their necks. I will bury you up to your neck she said. I said But where. She said The Bathtub. But then I said You'd have to clean the bathtub. Or bathe in the sink. Nothing She said Would make me happier. Except this she said. One day I will possess your teeth and they will be in my mouth and my teeth will be in yours and I will dance very slowly and you won't even know I'm dancing at all. I will keep very good care of your teeth. I told her I once walked out the backyard and down several blocks and ended up in a house and when I opened the door all my teeth were nailed to the wall in the shape of my mouth. I put them back in my mouth. It took all day I said. I imagine it would she told me.

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Sasha Fletcher's novella WHEN ALL OUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED MARCHING BANDS WILL FILL THE STREETS AND WE WILL NOT HEAR THEM BECAUSE WE WILL BE UPSTAIRS IN THE CLOUDS is due out from ml press in December of the year 2010. Sasha is an MFA candidate in poetry at Columbia University in the city of New York.
 
 
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