onetimenotime:

some teeth are for tearing

a list of almosts
to keep my hands steady I
need to repent
things I am sure of

your teeth whites were a disguise
within your mouth endless
strings of maybes and perhapses

can I be
even without this?

there are places of you
that are hot
scalding

there are places within you
where I need to return

to carry this heart, this
beating within the basket of my ribs
a whole string of almosts from my body