what if physics changed?

a number erased, replaced.

would i still be kneeling beneath you?

heavy drugged eyes & chapped lips & short halo hair,

would you like me still?

what if my spine popped into place when i spread my legs, looking at you?

instead of the crumbled yawning nothing that is now

in my new shape, i jump into that snow pile.

how long would it take before i froze numb again?

‘what if, what if’

sharp wisdom teeth (just by name) piercing soft gummy flesh pushing teeth awry.  

colonizing oral hygiene, how can i sleep through this?

yawn-pocketed face,

put a demon in me. give this body some life.