Ryan Quinn Flanagan writes

Good Teeth

I had this one
with good teeth
tell me that all my
isolation did not make
me an artist, it made
me crazy,
and with time I can see
that she was right
and that everything
I am is wrong
and all the others
like me
licking the baseboard
heater for forensics
and eating oatmeal
out of the same bowl
with a solid green rim
for three decades
amount to less than
pocket change
in a world without
pockets