To My Flaw

November 17, 2011
You are my suntanned underbite – flesh-filled, rotting droplet;
jutting jaw, my violet inbreeding is a secret kept against my breastbone.

Daring Soothsayer, promise-break & shatter mirrors that teeth touch –
there is glass in the corner of your mouth. I want it
as I want the dust around your navel.

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