my teeth

December 2, 2008
By Anonymous

It took me a while to forgive my grandmother
For knocking out my teeth
Especially at such an awkward time
In her own living room
That Christmas Eve
When I was waiting for dessert
I locked up my teeth
Deep down in my pocket
I wouldn't let them out
Even though people wanted to see
When I came out of the living room
With my teeth in my hand
For a very tall woman
With a blue dress on
And also a big smile
She looked at what I had in my hands
With a few words
Gave me a popsicle
In my sixteenth year
I can feel my new teeth
Shining through my smile

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