Roman

Broken Dentistry

Fragmentation is my plaque
I brush it out in the morning
and floss the shards in the evening

My natural language demands
uncontrolled efflorescence
growth without reeling

My rust is my food
and I thirst for an ocean to drink
in order to obtain contrast

Stare not, eyes,
dart not, eyes,
see the line as necessary

And do not give
too much to any
given word