Perfect Teeth
Peter Martin
I'm sorry
I was barely listening
I was barley holding it together while I stared between the spacing in ur front teeth
Relative to what? It seems to go on infinitely
A universe you can't see
With different versions of me
Varying degrees
Achieving different dreams or
never starting
Am I barreling through the darkness or
stuck in it?
I wonder where I fit in
On the spectrum of my outcomes
I had a space like yours once
But sadly couldn't face it
I fixed it up with braces
I Made my parents pay a couple thousand dollars
Just to look like every other child
A perfect little smile
Made uniform metal
A bond we share together
An anxious little trademark
