7 years good luck.
I woke up this morning in
an electric teapot
all I’ve been dreaming about
is missing teeth
the gaps feel as lonely
as this halfway house
that wants a soft water bottle
to knock on the door
and cuddle
till all the lamps go off
and the hedgehogs in the garden
snuffle
this is halfway to somewhere
somewhere good and milky
where you can sew precious
bits of baby metal
on the fertile cloth that cools beneath
your pillow
in the morning,
there will be teeth!
George Morehead is the son of a retired policeman and a retired nurse. They write very good poetry. So does all his family, he sometimes wishes they wrote more. George likes writing, but what he enjoys most is sharing time with you.