half awake
with the imagined taste
of copper penny blood in
my mouth.
i probe molars
with my tongue,
knowing the solidness
i find.
i've lost those teeth in bloody
dreams before
and still i check, unsure
with stiffened tongue
just to see if Freud was wrong.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
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