tv screen teeth

your glist'ning white and clean tv screen teeth

unblemished, and gleaming, superior on the screen.

you dazzle, shine, and stumble through your role-

inside your head you spectate through a keyhole.

i did not mourn when finally you died,

for fin'lly i awoke though bleary eyed.

promptly tv teeth became hard and chipped,

o joyous decay, no longer tight lipp'd.

my form, this wreckage, doused in static scars

though languid, weeping, lost, finds itself on mars

and fuck it, venus too! we belong there

chipped teeth and gangly grins. i'll not despair,

for well-fitting clothes to wear, to conform,

for i'm one of many: we're part of the swarm.

so i need not have dentists deployed by my door,

we need not be gods to belong in this lore.