Friday, January 13, 2012


Swollen tissue, bulging gum.
Sleepless you arch against
this old enemy, pain,
angry at the savage saw

as what lies hidden rises.
Child, this thing will come
and change you, sharpen you.
In time there will be more

through shining pulp, one by one,
then each lost, and grown again.
It is eternal, a gleaming truth
hidden in the puzzle of the jaw.

This is what the medicine is for
so drink it, the sleeping hours wane.

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