Cause of death: teeth.

I will wear
a $12 dress and tell myself
I am worth someone
else's finger.

I have
since //
vomited
up // A
burial
ground //

I helped you
up and gnawed
what was left to the core.

I wish we'd met while it lived; that it had taught me moth-tongue.

inching forward like us once hurt,
and goddammit, still trying.