Come sweet sleep and make your home my blessing.
A warmth wraps me sometimes.
Some poor animal jawed off its own mandible.
Probably doped up on bourbon and honky tonkin’.
Stealin’ gems and looking to claim the chastity of girls unfortunately named “Chastity.”
A couple of sharp incisors then nothing for inches until the rattling molars.
A sun bleached, white galleon.
I tug on each of mine canine teeth, to make sure they don’t rattle so. At least not yet. Sometimes I dream they crumble like chalk, leaving this iron enriched taste of saliva and powder accompanied by a metallic smell that is painful to breath because you know what it means.
The roots feel strong.
And, this strange shyness overcomes where I become bashful reading every word I write.