Sunday, May 20, 2012


When you think you finally could smile
again, you realize your teeth are broken
and you hide behind your own fist.
Not what you expected except in that dream state
where you saw your teeth
rolling across the floor, spilling
like pearls before
you could close your lips.
Now you tell yourself
the sure secret of starting over—
You are not the same. 

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