Before They Snap Shut

We are all exhausted
from avoiding 
teeth. Teeth in how
we live, how we watch
for death. The car stalls
at the intersection, 
teeth loom on both sides.
The bills sever us from
a sense of security the way teeth
tear into flesh. Stained teeth glimpsed
behind apparently sweet lips
warn of duplicity. How we fear 
being bitten, how everything 
appears suspiciously vampiric
in this dimming light.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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