It struck forcefully in the
middle of December,
my madness
a glitch in the seatbelt sparked
The Inevitable Meltdown,
crawling through glass
that never cut, only stuck
all my teeth fall out like
coins from a vending machine.
I do not blame you.
digging into our child's mouth,
I tear away plastic tubing.
there is no sigh of relief.
I file my fingers in her ribcage--
"unfinished"
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