Unlike seeds, I can’t pick you out of my teeth.
I can’t pry you out,
swallow you down
Forget you with a slight frown.
I can’t send you through the chasm of my throat,
drown you in stomach acid
Shit you out the next day.
You’re in my teeth to stay.
A seed in my teeth that’ll never shake loose
Everytime I bite down, I’ll feel you wedged between cavities.
Minor little travesties
And Maybe you’ll take sprout in my gums.
Shoot down roots with little hums.
And there you’ll grow in the back of my throat, never gone quiet,
never quite silent
But steadily growing
Creeping from my behind my lips until nothing can spill from them but
you you you