Compost at the Dentist

I bite down on my pencil

My teeth are gooey

The gum blood falls in the Union Square community compost

I spit out cinnamon chewing gum 

(My molars are missing)

The kale expired

It’s yellow now

I pick up a cigarette butt

It burns my soggy tongue 

I slip in maple syrup

(My tonsils are gone)

My mouth is gaping

I suck on neon wet greens and oranges and melon rinds

I am balding unfiltered wet

The compost sucks back 

Gnaws on my supple scalp 

And the pencil that I swallowed


This poem is about: 
Our world


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