Bad Teeth Good Teeth
the word rerun will start to lose its
meaning
just as the young toymaker starts to bruise when
dreaming
math is a mystery
a fort made of bedsheets
“it’s just something that you’re going through…
until you’re not”
can you play that back?
i still taste the cigarettes
i still taste the coffee
the stains wear off
but the dreams always bruise me
Posted 04/22/15