"i lost my first tooth when i was nine but my mom when i was five"
when i left my house in philly
i came home
my gums stopped bleeding
my stomach churned and flattened
you tell me i never did a thing
you tell me you miss my pussy
i tell you not to be so crass
"teeth are gross and shiny and primal"
Thursday, September 20, 2012
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2 comments:
Your writing is like teeth, but hollow enough to allow the reader to fill in the blanks...don't stop.
No one writes about teeth as poetically as you do.
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