Poems by Aden Lee and Padma, Skylark Press Studio Braces: A Saga | Page 2

Braces: A Saga
I.
Four bleeding, black holes.
My footsteps
Stum–
bling
Through the clinical stench of nauseating
drugs
And stale death–
The haze of anesthesia,
Salty, bare gums.
II.
Sour glue bonds plastic clips
Constricting brackets circling
A steel bridge spans the roof
Spiny ridges prick my lips

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