two of my teeth gone
and I regret
thinking I can replace them
by new ones,
thinking new ones
will be filling the blanks
like they were supposed to
when I was young
people say
they are hard as rocks
and so I
bite,
bite,
and bite
until the dentist
says there are more
s p a c e s
more deaths, more decays
and this is
in loving memory of
the poetry
I was then afraid to speak
BINABASA MO ANG
Misery, from Grief Lessons
PoetryI didn't know I am misery, until now. And for today, I wake up on the wrong side of me.
