by Roger Camp
Teeth inside
I found four tiny teeth in my breakfast
cereal this morning. They weren’t human,
they were mice, I think. But it says something
about the way we’re living when even
the infestations are malnourished. I’m
losing grip on reality: can’t trust
a single thing I see or think unless
I can touch it. But what I think is
things you don’t want to touch. I’ve got to go
so I throw on some clothes. You know I heard
it’s good luck to throw teeth up on the roof
so I do that – let the mice have them back –
shouting: “stay out of my fucking breakfast”
at the vermin. The old girl opposite
looks on as if she feels the same way.
Simon Alderwick lives in Wales. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Anthropocene, Ink Sweat & Tears, Green Ink, Black Flowers, Eye Flash, among others. He’s on Twitter @SimonAlderwick.
Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award winning Butterflies in Flight, Thames & Hudson, 2002 and Heat, Charta, Milano, 2008. His work has appeared on the covers of numerous journals including The New England Review and Southwest Review and inside the New York Quarterly and Chicago Review. His photographs are represented by the Robin Rice Gallery, NYC. More of his images may be seen on Luminous-Lint.com.