Friday, 15 November 2013


I like the crunch on my teeth as I bite into an apple
I like the way jelly bears feel on my teeth when I dip them in tea
I like to brush flesh past my teeth but bite it gently.
I hate food in the gap where my wisdom tooth should be
I hate the gap in my other tooth where I smashed some of it way.
I run my tongue across my teeth to check they're still there 
And snap them together to check they're still strong.
My teeth can bite, nip, chop, slice, chew and be lied through.

This is a thing I wrote in my day book ages ago. It's probably a poem. It might just be a thought.