About Braces
she bites her lip,
runs her tongue along her
gums,
cuts her tongue,
'cause she's nervous like
systems/solar/energy
radiating
within her wire-tooth jail;
her words are held
captive
like the audience
as it waits
for the iron bars
to be removed
(eighteen days till
her sentence is over,
but who's counting?).
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