I have become the worn man with the leathern skin, feels
like theres a barbed pin needle chuteing rapids through my
bloodstream. I can see my veins throbbing opaque through my
bird neck skin. But I would retake back all them years if Wulf
would repay my kindness with Wulfs teeth.
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath, if I could
wear his teeth.
I would take my Grandson down to town and we'd look on all
them girls lined up on them splintered benches, flash my
pumpkin toothed grin and I would get me three of them then I
would give one to Petr who has yet to cut his teeth. He d have
to gum them but for me with Wulfs teeth...
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath, if I could
wear his teeth.
Now Petr put me upstairs and Im locked inside this trap. There
is only left that six inches where I see his shadow going forward and
back. He slides my dinner neath those six inches and mashed it in
one my traps for me. He ll quit me of this family, there will be
weeping and gnashing of teeth.
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath, if I could
wear his teeth.