subway poem #5

that sweaty old pack of gum i never finished and left in my winter coat a few seasons back tastes fine but now my jacket smells like chemical mint and everyone’s staring trying to map out the valleys in my teeth the shady spots in my molars the silver left to mine and land to be conquered i never would’ve guessed i could say so little and be so clear my thoughts can be read through my eyes and visible gum line everyone’s staring with eyes that say so much less and dark lips that never come apart if i can’t see yr silver i can’t hear you show me your teeth show me your teeth show me yr teeth show me yr teeth a bare dull light on the inside while you chew on tear up and rip it off no juice or flavor left no joy at all suck out the taste until it’s just a little rubber ball and swallow and see how you like it

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