crumbled really, falling out of
my mouth like half chewed
bits of almond which
seems ironic seeing as I’m
eating more nuts to be healthy.
In my dream I looked down at
them in my palm, decayed
fractures of myself but I don’t remember
feeling concerned . . . I don’t
remember how to feel anything. These days
I’m focused on the battlefield of
my body, a much easier opponent
than sneaky tiger thoughts. When I woke I
ran my tongue over my teeth, they were
still there. Always . . . Strong. Smooth. Straight.
My phone tells me that teeth crumbling in a
dream reflects uncertainty or feelings
of rejection, perhaps the need to say
something, or to reinvent yourself. It also
tells me to eat more almonds.
Grace & Phoenix
A mythical “Romeo & Juliet-like” ghazal explores the many states of grace.
