I spread my love across
separate gift cards
and payday loans.
If only the tooth fairy
still visited, I would
take pliers to my own mouth.
There is no salve
at the dollar store,
and there are no pills
at my mother's house,
and yet I still snoop
through drawers,
examine dirty shelves,
pretend to tie shoes
that are already
perfectly tight,
pretend
to be strong
when the same
questions sting.
I spread my love across
unmade beds in unwelcome homes.
In a dream, I give
my teeth to you,
and you are whole again.
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