Powerful stuff, and the symbolism and the imagery really put forth a vivid picture of the writer's feelings.
Oh and hmm, I wonder who this is aboat.
I don't know what hayseed is. I do know what rye is. Rye is a bread. We use it at work to make our polish sandwiches.
Good stuff, Mister RMKS.

You amazing, amazing poet you. Taking such a simple, literal subjcet as food stuck between teeth and turning it into such a great metaphorical piece.

Unless I'm reading too much into it. In that case, feel free to tar and feather me all you want.

Great job.

Cheers.