AN ACT OF MERCY

On my afternoon off

Mama-san cried

and held her jaw.

I drove her to the dental clinic

in the colonel’s jeep

and read 52 pages

of Dostoevski.

Mama-san felt much better,

a gold tooth in her palm.

“Now I buy TV,” she said.

 
 
 
 
 

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