Wisdom Teeth

I live in the shadows and shelves of dark corner pantries

Only to creak and move to become fulfillment of hunger

Jazz dripping in your sink

Echoing sonnets of whispers

Crunching and slopping sounds into fences of plaster and porcelain

Skin only fed by teeth painting their purpose

As mine scrap over tongues

Silver seeming plastic

I love you in this

As the ceiling becomes dance flooring

I’ll love you forever

Because dental hygiene is important

Less than me

With dentistry

Joshua Tool – 10/18/12




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