Tonight I burned my film photos of you.

I sat outside in the cold, January air as the smell of paper, plastic, and butane wafted below my nose.

Burying Teeth

The cavities between my teeth
 sting with the rush of ice water, a sharp-sitting
 long-lasting dig into gums that did nothing wrong — 
 the sting in my mouth is a thing of regret and a thing of
 pain well-earned from my 
 childhood sweet tooth