Yesterday I lost a hunk of tooth
eating cake and ice cream. 
The weird part is, it didn’t hurt. 
It didn’t bleed. 
I didn’t panic. 
I shook my head and held my jaw. 
I spat and moved on 
to the next sweet spoonful. 
Probably would’ve swallowed the thing
if I hadn’t bit down all wrong. 
I’m losing my luxury bones
one piece at a time
But it’s the shame
that gets stuck in my throat. 
Maybe one day I’ll learn
to choke it down, spit out the rot 
and keep smiling.