Poetry

Ode to a Tooth (#14)

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I’m sorry you’re dead.

I had braces when I was 17, too old
for that childish smile, I thought-
we waited so long because
my mother said my teeth would “straighten themselves out, probably”;
they did not. Continue reading “Ode to a Tooth (#14)”

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Poetry

Going Under (Rev.)

IMG_3833Going under is
going through a tunnel, on a train:

darkness descends
outside the car doors,
and you can see your reflection in the window
for the first time;
a mirror.

When the rest of the world is
shut out by the inky blackness
of the underground,
you’re left looking
at yourself-

Continue reading “Going Under (Rev.)”