Sunday, January 9, 2011

teeth

I can only feel them coming when I sleep in my parent's apartment.
In the morning, while I press my forehead against the cold glass that overlooks the circus tent,
2 feet higher than my forehead used to reach.

with a name like that, how do you think I'd let you have them?!
give me a good reason, you don't have me sold.
My mom still has hers, and my grandma just now gave up
I will keep my family wisdom, thank you.
I'm gonna need them, I've got big plans.

how about you, are you afraid of dying?
he is just making conversation.
I am too intense for this cutie.
and for the first time, I will be the rejecter.
I don't know how to answer this one.
but (when you don't know it's not time to know)
well, I make patterns.
body change every other february. focus change every third july.
three songs for stretching. one egg with kale.

oh don't worry about it, who else would you be full of?
The hygienist gave up and gave me a tiny brush to reach deep back in my mouth.
I make a sequence for remembering.
floss and swallow nutrients and wash your face and
DO NOT FORGET to take a moment each day to try to hold on to your wisdom.

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