i bought my hate a pair of earrings

the same ones i wear with my blue dress

the beads are tightly sewn and shine

along the light of my jaw

my unhung clench

she-saids packed in the space

where i floss every night

in all those pin-pricked holes

beneath tongue-shelter

releasing what both burns and heals

and used to finish the foldless

my dentist says be gentle with the break-down

i blur from watching too closely

i hear the crack of enamel

i hiss muted bile-rhymes

my decomposition of a throat

there is recession

of every white bone i never worked to grow

a shift of soundless teeth-beads

against the cave of melting ears

and with every swallowed sigh

i emerge like blown glass

my composition of a face

the earrings shine when light hits them

i hit my hate with whatever i have