They said "smile more" so I smiled until the gums bled Rot starts slow like fake friends or fluoride lies by the time you taste metal it’s too late so yank it yank it YANK IT Pull out the bad teeth with pliers from the junk drawer no anesthesia no apologies just the sound of POP CRACK spit and a little relief I don’t want gold fillings I want empty space a hole to scream through a whistle when I laugh pull 'em out the ones that whisper the ones that ache at night the ones shaped like doubt shame compliance They said "You’re too much." They said "Don’t bite." They said "Just chew softer." But I’m not here to chew I’m here to BITE BACK Pull the teeth that grew wrong pull the teeth they gave me the hand-me-down molars the generational cavities the guilt in enamel form Rip the root toss it in the sink bleed a little it’s good for you you won’t starve you’ll learn to swallow whole you’ll learn to speak without their words in your mouth PULL OUT THE BAD TEETH PULL OUT THE BAD TEETH PULL OUT THE BAD TEETH AND SMILE, GODDAMMIT
