Teeth Grinder

A poem

In your sleep you gnash your teeth

Practice biting everyone you wished to

They get duller every night

Each morning I watch you wake and consciously resist a fight

I’m watching her lighting a cigarette out on the walk

she’ll quit, she says

Stress rash peeking through her collar

She’s just tense right now, she says

Each morning she wakes looking smaller and smaller

The pressure is eating her, says she

In your sleep you gnash your teeth

One last bite and that’s all that’s left of her

Swallowed by her comforter, no one can find her