Day 104 – One of My Teeth Is Fake

one of my teeth is fake
what a secret to hold onto
when the delivery guy smiles
and when the boss is happy with me
or the boss is upset with me
and when my mirror gets lippy

they don’t know
but I know
a gold porcelain crown
is holding me down
and I don’t need
anything else


Year 2: Day 162 – Potatoes

“I’ve had so many fathers that leave
and you’ll be another one, wait and see-”
something about a sack of potatoes,
she says.

She’s right that her wounds aren’t exposed for me to clean,
that her tears don’t fall for somebody to dry,
and that I’ll never see the way she saves herself
each and every day.

But she’ll never understand how
she might be wrong about me;
that helping a smile to bloom
is sometimes enough
to kick-start mine back up,
and that’s really all it is.

But she’s hardly ever wrong
and she just keeps talking
about potatoes.