i grind my teeth
at night
because i don’t speak
to you
enough
when
i’m awake
it’s
the only way
i know how to make up
for my
daylight
silence
look closely
my incisors
have taken on
the look
of vampire fangs
i’m pretty sure
it’s time
i drink
yr blood
i pray
it tastes good
like cheeseburgers
or
commitment
because
the sun is quick-rising
and
my jaw is swollen-sore
and
i’ve grown tired of being
empty-hungry