When I Was a Tooth
When I was a tooth
I was perfect. Shone luminously. Gnashed
every obstacle before me.
When I was pure enamel,
I was effortless. Clean,
tongue-licked. I was infallible.
From inside, I was rotting.
Acid dissolving every nerve as if to say
there is no belonging where you are fixed.
No living with a darkness.
I was eradicated. Perforated. A hole bore through me meant to withdraw
left me hollow. Empty, I became intoxicated.
Consumed everything until the world severed from its strings,
fell like a cloth around me.
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