Teeth Made of Clay

Monday, May 23, 2022

he had teeth made of clay / molded by his own hands in pottery class / but he told me he could still bite into raw days and taste summer solstices  / I saw yellow and orange paint leak from the crevices of his jaw / but he told me it was honey / I couldn’t help but taste / and spew cries over the bitterness / lips stuck in a portrait that I called living / I soaked my palms under cold water in the kitchen sink and asked if he could feel the ocean / instead he coughed and dry smoke rose from his mouth / I bought a frame / and the moment it touched his hands / the portrait of him crumbled

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