I Ask My Shadow

Cursed to dream of cutting teeth,
god knows I hate the dentist and
God knows I dream
of reaching into the trap
and the trap
Snapping shut.
And a crunch of tooth and bone
and a taste of incisor and metal-riddled molar —
Ah! The silver lining —
Is the mouth the last sacred place or the
first we defile?

Chewing on this and tripping towards the next
Rock Bottom,
I ask my shadow,
do I even know where I am going?
Anyplace is better than here.
Then let’s continue.




Marilyn Sieger is a writer from Arcadia University. 

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