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Poetry

Teeth ’n’ Love

Photo by Margo Vansynghel

When I love you
it’s with my full set of teeth
either locked onto your neck
or in the flat center of your hand.

You call me cannibal
sweet girl with broken eyes,
she loves the way I taste.

I wanted you close
but wound up picking you
from my teeth.
Not my intention
but I won’t be apologizing.

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