the dentist stares at teeth all day while
I stick my head in the lion’s mouth.
there’s the bitter taste of acid rain and
teeth with the urgency of barbed wire.
there’s the black widow’s orgasm.
the summoning of lightning strikes.
the licking clean of septic tanks.
the running of late for a funeral.
the sleeping on crumbs.
the last blank page still blank.
the eternal hemorrhoid....
it’s strange, this kiss.
that it merely endure
all that matters.