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