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The Gap
That summer
I was crunching on your absence. I worked at a dentist’s twice a week stacking rows of false teeth, saying ‘We’re ready for you now’ and ‘Spit into the sink’.
When I met someone
for the first time I looked at their mouth instead of their eyes.
In my dreams
I saw: white light, your figure on a cliff, an abyss. When I called, my teeth would fall and crumble.
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