To follow in Devin's footsteps

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In lieu of changing my major to English with a concentration in creative writing, I've decided to post some of my work here. I'll start with poetry to ease everyone in.

Pulling Teeth

I am pulling out all my teeth--
One,by,one,by,one,
Until all of them are gone.

I pull one everyday--
They clitter-clatter in the sink,
Shiny smiling diamonds.

Left molar then a right--
To keep my brain from sliding,
Crashing into my skull.

Only twelve left--
Six top six bottom,
Necessary for a smile.

I pull on schedule--
Filling the sink with smiles,
All taken for granted.

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Laundry Sheets

I really like the smell of laundry sheets.
No, I mean really.
In one load I put seven, fifteen, thirty-two.
Sometimes, I grab handfuls.
I sprinkle them on my mound of clothes.
Like snow covered hills.
Or cocaine dusted mirrors.

People in the laundrymat glare at me.
With judgemental, jealous eyes.
"Wasteful girl," their iris's shout.
Pursed lips mutter, "Surely, one is enough."
I stuff them in pillow cases.
I layer them between sheets.
Surely, they would disapprove.

I don't think it's a comfort smell.
I'm partial to cigar smoke, boxed wine.
It doesn't remind me of anyone.
It doesn't remind me of anywhere.
It doesn't remind me of anything.
I suppose it's a simple pleasure I've allowed myself:
Filling part of me with something so fresh, so pure.