teeth

if i could define myself in my teeth,
row by row;
like so many pieces of spinach
as i’m tearing into your flesh
and ripping you apart.

where you end i begin.
where you end i begin.

my face and eyes tell no story.
incisors, molars, wisdom teeth,
and i’m just bones.
so hollow.

where you end i begin.
where you end i begin.
come fill me in.

• Category: Poetry