teeth i wonder if stravinsky had teeth like he composed. my mother got dentures at 53 because she never took care of the real ones. i have a cavity in each of my molars, one in a canine that juts pale yellow like a cliff, one behind between the two front teeth. i am listening to stravinsky and his flights of fancy. i am going to the dentist tomorrow. thanks to the insurance it will be the first in a line of visits and the dentist will laugh at the money he'll make will cry at the wreckage before him. i think of my mother and wonder if dentures are an option at 24. my teeth are weak and moreover i give less than a shit about them. i pray for their resurrection because my lover loves dentists, floss, swish and brushing. he worships his teeth. since mine came in crooked i have spent the bulk of my otherwise-occupied life attempting to forget that they exist. not having the money for braces i watched it like a deformity among the pearlywhite teenagers of my youth, and when the time came said lover got hot for me thanks to my rotting fangs. still, tooth decay is the #1 cause of bad breath. it is a choice between molars, morals or kissing. i fear the dentist. i fear his drills and his novocaine and his neverending patience. i like his nitrous. and above everything i am fond of kissing. so the choice draped in tartared defiance is not really mine.
I actually like it because of that. Technically it is just stream of the thought prose, but the erratic lines and lack of capitalization tricks the mind into finding some kind of shape in it to make it read as a poem vs just sentences.
when I read poetry I look for either one of two things (although a combination of both is great) A) imagery that blows the mind, detailing descriptions in a way that the common place completely misses or B) a rhyme scheme that is comparable to music in it's flow and way of bringing the message to your consciousness anything other than this for me is better off as prose
I love your line: "it is a choice between molars, morals or kissing." I can never seem to make my intentions as clear as you have here. Great stream of consciousness writing!
This is beautiful writing. It's poetry in full glory, despite any complaints about it "being prose". You have several fascinating themes here ... the connection between Stravinsky and less-than-perfect teeth is very unexpected and nice. And the exasperation in realizing that your defiance really made no difference ... a very powerful statement.
