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Birth of the mouth.

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Inside at the Woman Club.

While staying at the famed Woman Club, she develops a taste for Sugar Lips.

 

Sugar Lips, the Iraqi sugar cookie with a single almond sliver pressed into the center, is so tender that teeth need only rest lightly on the surface before sinking to the core.  Addiction to Sugar Lips is rampant at Woman Club.  

 

Crate after crate of fresh Sugar Lips is smuggled daily through the back entrance of the Club.  Women dressed as men, men dressed as women take turns in the dealings, if only to attempt a mastery of the sweet’s anatomy.  

Attachment to Sugar Lips must be reckoned with, risking lovesick symptoms to mouth and stomach. Lovers of all stripes: be warned!

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Urban desire.

 
Inside the maze, along its wall: evidence of paint’s passage through a cardboard template. This is obvious for gaps between the teeth of seen, one in a string of letters that make up a most desirable word.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

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I announce that I am there.  I make a few adjustments; sweep the unsightly into the shadows, move unlikely objects from view.  I even alter the mother of all symbols to coincide with the one I saw as a child.  I claim no feeling for it, only for the droop of its swag. 

I brush the plaque from my teeth and comb the lint from my hair.  I hold a glass of water in my hand as I head in.

The animal makes its presence known, bellows as I walk by.

And the uncertain maw — it seems to contract.  I crawl into its womb with hopes for a peaceful sleep and an eventual return to consciousness. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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