Shaven Ice Caps
“Room Temperature”
My gums are exposed.
Rolled back to reveal
the dentin of dark yellow.
Like old brittle pages.
A touch of hot and cold
makes roots unbearable.
Half-bites.
Food unwillingly swallowed whole.
These shaven ice caps
I call teeth
make me shiver.
Sometimes I refuse to brush.
Other times, I ground away.
Every meal begins with waiting.
Warm enough to swallow.
Cold enough to bear.
When everything is
room temperature.
Time is decided by sensitivity.
A Final Thought
Some discomforts are more gradual than others.
Yet they still decide your day.
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Whoa. I'm loving "Rolled back to reveal / the dentin of dark yellow."