Show Your Teeth


It doesn’t interest me what you have to say
you could peel off that new face you’re wearing
and I’d still be detached.
Sometimes you tell me I’m chasing an adolescent dream
sometimes you say it’s all in my head
other times you have nothing to say
especially when you show your teeth to another man,
that lying grin of yours
the grin that all the dogs fall for.
Tomorrow you’ll put on a new face with the same grin
I’m sure,
and when you see me in the pack of wolves—
if you see me,
I’ll show my own teeth
pretend I like your smile
tango with your irises
and you’ll say you’re name and where you’re from
but still
it doesn’t interest me what you have to say.

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