by Monica Claesson
The old man drops his teeth in a jar
and watches as they whiten
unscrews his toes
and weighs them in his hand like marbles
pops off his fingernails
and lines them up in order on his nightstand
rubs the color from his cheeks
and packs the pigment into disks like dry paint
combs out his beard
and stuffs the wisps of white hair beneath the bed
unpeels his veins from his wrists
spools them up like strands and strands of so much blue thread.
Monica Claesson is a Spanish student at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She fell in love with poetry in high school, and has been writing ever since. In addition to writing, she enjoys reading, traveling, and anything involving the great outdoors.