The Times Are (after Sylvia)

floss for missing teeth.
Poison on the nipples.
A letter in a shed on fire.
A courtroom stuffed with
sausages.
An echo trapped in
earwax.
A loop in a mall dirge.
A clapper
in a bell jar.
Wrong, like a kiss on
the lips of peeling paint.
A cockroach in the salsa.
A boar’s head on a podium.
A greenhouse made of tar.