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two. brushyourteeth
the house had no mirrors. one night
i was alone, picking stringy bits of meat out
from between my molars. (her (my) fangs had not grown in yet.
she (i) could feel them there,
undescended, the tip of one canine slicing at soft, tender gums.)
i think i was ten. i spat dark brown
blood onto the porcelain of the sink
(it was my first time) and caught a
glimpse of myself in the shine
of the faucet.
(my great-grandmother liked to eat chalk
and bugs and paper. i remember the
small dry sound of a
page going
down.
when they
asked her why she said it
wasn't her who was hungry.)
(was it me?)
yes, there were eyes, and a mouth
and a nose; i had known those. but
there was also white dust in the creases of my
lips, a line like a red thread that had been pulled
and pulled,
and the orange of their teeth, just a glint of it.
2. (in old english, fang meant to prey, plunder; a thing seized)
Hello there, human! I'm reviewing using the YWS S'more Method today!
Shalt we commence with the gory S’more?
Top Graham Cracker - This is a poem about a child who looks in the mirror and sees their great-grandma, who ate bugs and chalk and paper and the child’s teeth seem sharper and bloodier under the bathroom light.
Slightly Burnt Marshmallow - I have no recommendations to make as of right now, but if you would like to edit this, you may.
Chocolate Bar - I like that there’s an uncertainty on who this person truly is, because it feels like the great-grandmother and the children are connected to each other. I also like the visual of the blood on the sink, it reminds me so much of trying to get a sickness out. It’s beautifully disgusting.
Closing Graham Cracker - Overall, a shadowy poem about looking in the mirror. I have enjoyed reading this and I’ll be certain to read another poem in this collection tomorrow. I’ll watch the fate of the child and…
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