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Posted by on Jul 10, 2007

Ode to teeth, ice water, and Jen

My tooth aches at the surgical cold of our water,

nerves flayed and skewered, joints thrust in awkward poses.

I drop the glass and shards bolt in thousands

of pieces like naughty mice.

Why is the water always so chilled

in our refrigerator, crystals floating

in reach of the surface?

I long for you,

in spite

of your

obsession with

the non-hot.
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