15/30

Sometimes my skin just hangs on
my bones -
like torn drapes.
I get nervous that my flesh
might be dismantling.

I fear my fingernails
are separating from their beds.
Just like my fingernails to have
uncovered beds.

I dream that my teeth crumble
into my coffee
and down my throat.
The only thing I can think is
"Someone get me to the fucking
dentist."