Awakening
I woke as if someone had punched me
rubbed my hand against my raw cheek
swollen and numb as a dream
that I had chewed my insides out
with each sleepy grin
and spat out the meaty parts
of me that felt wrong, out of
suit, cardboard and thick
with saliva and regret
leaving craters,
they think it might be wisdom
teeth finally pushing apart,
as if to say, “enough, is
enough,” you
are twenty-three
it is time we
came out.
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