baby teeth
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1 min readJan 23, 2019
I collected baby teeth
in ages older than most
one by one, they fell out
at an age too old
for me to believe in
fairies or Santa Claus.
Still, I played along,
collecting 5 and 10 dollar bills
occasionally a 20,
that my father forgot to break.
The dentist told me
my teeth would not last
if I continued in my faulty ways
and the words cemented in my brain,
which is why through a process
of psycho analysis
I have dreams of crumbling teeth,
turning rock to dust.
It is not as I read,
because you make me feel inadequate.
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