teeth grinder

you lost your night guard,
dream bit.
now you go to sleep
sitting up, saying please
jaw don’t clench
and scrape. don’t scratch away
ear drums.

but all your hidden ache
comes throbbing
to your mouth.
you know when you wake
to skull surges,
lips torn,
chips of bone
hardening your belly.

what makes you
move so ghostly night?
shiver, chatter
chomp on words,
bite in musical
beats, break up
soft face.

become finely tuned
by silver flint of cavity
fillings, electric
tongue, silent

wind rushes you,
glitters you over the bridge.
a moon in your mouth. birds pull
your sharpened

One comment

  1. Paula Coomer · August 25, 2011



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