A Waking Dreamer's Nightmare
A filling fell out.
It was small enough
that I almost missed it,
but I fished it out of my cheek
and carried it
pressed between my thumb and forefinger
for so many hours
that it left divot in the pad of my thumb
for a whole day afterwards.
Then there was a molar
whose back end fell off.
I thought it was a harder nut
and tossed it to the back of my tongue
It wasn't until I cut my tongue
on the jagged tooth
that I knew the piece was gone.
Now I am sure
I eat my own teeth daily
like a waking dreamer's nightmare.
Every foreign thing that touches my tongue
is a piece of me now