by on October 3, 2013 :: 0 comments

i remember
the weeks i couldn’t stop

biting my lip,

in fear of shame,
or something worse:

dreams of baby teeth
and secrets;
waking myself up
in the middle of the night

to flip my pillow,

to see if you
had hidden anything there.

editors note:

editor’s note: Only a bill from the Tooth Fairy, with the standard disclaimer against toothless debtors. – mh

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