Robert Beveridge: Teeth Erect

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

I DO BITE MY THUMB, BUT NOT AT YOU

The pit has been dug, the coals
and kindling placed, all there is
left to do is wait for the main
course to stumble in. Light
the candles, get out the mammock,
we might be here a while.
The Pale Gentlemen approach,
teeth erect in anticipation
of a feast they have not honored
in far too long.

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Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Collective Unrest, Cough Syrup, and Blood & Bourbon, among others.