open up

hi, i’ll be your student dentist today

to be 18 and alone in a city that taps the back of your teeth
retracted in lime green and lemon verbena
to fall in love in turquoise blue on tipped toes
and let down a summer later, gently (?)
into plastic ridges and rubber sulci
clawing 12km up fractured metal cusps and diamond drills
open, she opens and you miss it
secrets tucked in fascial spaces spread hands shaking
to skirt an icy border without losing balance
hush, one day at a time
him and him et al.
red lip stains on red wine glasses

now we gather one last time
the mouth of a crossroad ready to swallow us whole
farewells i’ve prepared closing up my throat
roll them like marbles but keep them within reach of my tongue
afraid to let them fall because if they do then it’s real
if they do then this is goodbye and i won’t see you again
you tell me to smile because the end means we made it
and i laugh, because we’ll have a career for that

hi, i’ll be your student dentist today

8 thoughts on “open up

  1. Moi says:

    Hello Melody,
    No one can convey all that are through an ‘About Me’ page. I won’t even try. Suffice it to say that I’ve stalked your site for more than two years. I know several people have emailed me stating that we two should collaborate on a poem. I don’t know what I think about that. I know you move me, you interest me, and intrigue me with your words. I do not know what you smell like, what you sound like when you’re breathing, but I like the things you leave out of your poems. I may yet delete my site…but for the moment, I invite you alone to view.

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