flat.fish.flesh

That’s such a gaping grin,
I thought as he Hello’d.
Afronting all his beauty,
right slap bang in my road.

His tongue played with the gap,
he relished so the lack,
which fills him full of loss,
that he does not want back.

He’ll wear it as a badge
and never have it filled
but always want to keep,
the feeling, how it thrilled.

I wondered how it went.
What fight or fall or thief?
Which day, which night, which dawn?
That hole between his teeth.