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6 poems about teeth and matches.


My hands, yes. My blood, my teeth, I remember those.

My teeth, my sainted mouth, my broken nose. I remember those.

I pry past my lips with my fingers and poke at my tongue,

but they catch

on something I’ve just forgotten. Oh yes.

All these sharp little things are mine.

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