Blindly, he bites down on the brick,
and this is just making everyone sick.
Cream blouses, made out of satin or something,
no one hides disgust well these days.
Oh, but, maybe life will be easier with shattered
teeth. Strangers speak Russian still. Better than
China, he tells himself. Hell, any Asian country
would be a mess.
But half of Russia is Asia, and maybe a fraction
of Turkey. No one coming out of this suburb could
ever pass on geography. Blame the system, blame
the teachers, blame the parents. No teeth,
in the end, means no meal.