My Teeth – A Poem

My teeth are the resting place of a hodgepodged smile.

I press my fingertips into my mouth, to feel them.

My fingernails are searching for a shred of my voice

that might be stuck between my teeth.

Instead, I find seeds of doubt sticking to my molars,

and this poem hiding under my tongue.

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