First, her mouth,
the discord of incisor,
thin canines rotating
across the surface
of premolar,
the slow gears,
the cranks and dials,
of her mouth’s
wondrous mechanism.
Next, her mouth,
each tooth divorced
of its neighbours,
disconnected, rent
asunder with fractional
space,
the crenelations
of jaw, a balcony of
flesh and bone.
Finally, her mouth,
the front teeth
wayward and awry,
angled inward
to the back,
only the molars
anchored to
these gums, only
the molars
un-beguiled by
tongue and throat.