peripherals

those shoes
dangling by their laces
high on an electric wire

the wedding band, the glass eye
that rolled under the bleachers
at a crowded concert

once, the pink semicircle
of dental lowers caught in the maw
of the grocery store’s automatic doors

somewhere underground, plots
of joint- and finger bones, gold
teeth, winking in the dark

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.