I’d been dreaming about
losing my teeth
for months when I chomp
down on some
Christmas Candy
and lose #23,
the second incisor.
Forever disfigured, I become
a toothless, white trash
monument of shame.
Not a triumphant
or curious or
incredulous thing,
like in my dreams where my molars and all
just plunk out of my mouth
into my open and waiting palm.
Nope.
It fucking hurts.