Day 144 – The Dentist

The dentist opened my mouth and found
all these lies that I’d been hiding
inside my teeth like egg yolks bursting,
dripping falsehoods only whispered
now laid bare to clean tiles, white walls

He asked me do I find the pressure painful,
do I feel it throbbing in my ears at night-
I can’t eat truth or it will stain my reputation.
How can I swallow what I cannot bear to taste?

I lie because it’s easier
than finding the words to explain-
I lie and say I’m not angry
because I don’t know why I am.
I say that my honesty left me somehow
slipped away and I didn’t follow,
I didn’t try to get it back
but that’s just another tooth to pull,
another Vicodin to take

The truth is so much harder now,
a stone inside the womb, a diamond to cut
open old scars, to make each trip
with less and less air-
it takes a miracle of strength
to go back anymore

so I have lived without visiting those places
I’ve survived without eating that fruit
I’ve made a new life by filling cavities with lies
and pretending my smile is sincere

but the dentist knows, and God knows
it’s not

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Day 29 – Cheeseburger

Do you ever get halfway through a cheeseburger
in a rush
and stop suddenly to realize
there’s only half of it left?

And that if you don’t slow down
it will be gone soon?

Do you ever think
what a shame it would be
to eat a whole cheeseburger
without stopping to appreciate,
to savor,
what you’re doing?

To get to the end
with nothing left in your hands
and not even remember
the taste?

Year 2: Day 114 – Hey Good Morning

Hey good morning
you’re finally up
I wanted to tell you
I hate this book
that you gave me.

I made you some bacon
so you won’t be mad
while you’re telling me
how in the world
this plot makes sense.

I won’t be convinced
but I will wrestle you
after breakfast
and cover your mouth
when you try to explain
how anyone
could like that book.

When you’re at work
I will sneak it inside
the Christmas box
and pretend I lost it
and I will come back
from the bookstore
with something better
for you to read.

And I will kiss you goodnight
and say I absolutely
couldn’t love you
if your taste in books
was any worse,
but thank goodness
you have me.