I’m watching you make us breakfast while tracing the lines of your shoulder blades sitting tight against your shirt my tongue presses so hard to the back of my teeth that it cramps What if I ruin my teeth-alignment so bad I have to get braces again? I’m shaking as you bring me coffee you’re just bringing me coffee you smile at me I need a bite-stick or anything to sink my incisors into before they cut something why can’t I be fucking normal about this that should never be harmed you set the mug down in front of me I reach for it like it’s a grenade like what if I handle it so condemnably that everything explodes? In the cream of your outstretched wrist runs a millisecond of infinite possibilities the terror of all my What if’s pins me to the chair What if the ceramic fractures under my beastly grip and flays open musculature What if you’d deign your tongue nurse the bloodstains off my hands What if my teeth burst out of my mouth like confetti and iron grew in What if I vaulted the table between us right now What if I bite down into you so hard I rip through your throat What then? Would you still bring me coffee? maybe all I am is a rabid thing you’ve unknowingly let into your house it’s barely eight in the morning you are so kind to me your affection makes me salivate acidic hunger leaks out the corner of my mouth I’m watching my hand take yours before you can get all the way away has anyone ever told you that your flesh is very soft?

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