What if a tooth or
Two fell out?
Could I still smile like this?

What if my bones just
All barfed up?
What if I slowly took inventory
Of them
Laid them out, labeled them logically
And wrote
For how to build me?
Would my dick be in the
They say it’s not a bone
But to her it always was

And if it’s she

Who pieces me back

If she sees me

And thinks I lack…

Will she piece me for me
Or just turn her back?

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