24 September 2008

a dead brown tooth

you wake up earlier than normal
again & a
gain is met but she is
still there
albeit a test or ex—
cuse for moral molars
in size
but not of stain quality
i break things such as
my face
in fascist ways locating
hemispheres or cracks in
the crust calling them
fault lines
thought no fault of mine
taking blurry paintings
& always
forgetting stories
of why im less beautiful
than i should seem

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