Front Teeth, Canines
A spoken word about some of my quirks
Self-deprecating comedy
Spills naturally around closed gaps
Between teeth, now removed
Leaving front teeth, canines
My palette an unbalanced mix
Of naive sweetness
A sourness from being bitten
And umami just for balance
But I think my homemade haircut
And outlandish stance
Always sets me off-kilter
Just like my face: Picasso’s envy
Sometimes I gotta write stuff down
Before ideas become simple thoughts
And those thoughts get lost in space
And become a screaming baby
Being pulled through a black hole
My face reigns in my disorders
And masks what you’d least expect
Whilst smiling at you, sweetly
With front teeth, canines.
© Rose Butcher, 2021. All rights reserved.
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