entropy

we put our smiles up for adoption

and when there were no takers,

wore them again like dentures.

the students' minds fossilized more

than the gum underneath desks,

rich oils seeping through their pores.

seasons become a kind of taxman,

thunder withdrawing silence from

foreheads, lightning cashing skin.

every time your shadow goes fishing,

a new chapter in the gospel of pac-man

on how body doubles bait old ghosts.