Broken Tooth

1-29-2005

Nawing…Nawing!

and breathing only beckons the pain.

I knew this would happen;

I saw this coming when

speck… miniscule sized bones,

like gumballs-spitting

out of my mouth.

I didn’t think I lost that much…

so little it takes for such small bones.

Oh! Sweet Angel of Mercy!

I promise-swear!

Next time will be different.

Or maybe next time-

you shouldn’t set me up.

I’ve tortured myself for so long,

but for now, this will have to wait…

until next Monday.