she ate glass.
i saw a shard
make passage
through her cheek.
and when
she opened her mouth
to reveal her bloody teeth
i saw an ocean,
a sea,
a reminder of you and me.
with all the misspellings
and the rust we acquired
in our knees.
from always
falling over each other
and assuming
the role of the trouble.
that'll unstitch your palms.
and under your tree
we discovered
what teeth do to jeans.
what?
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