Poems by Aden Lee and Padma, Skylark Press Studio Braces: A Saga | Page 3

III.
Pain hammering

Like dwarves mining for fluoride.
A single, shining beam
Pulls my calcified birthrights,
Guiding them like tracks
On a highway of slavery.
No chewing on this net of pain!
Granola crunches, milky-wet–
Wire dislodged.
IV.
My lips impaled
Flowing blood
A ghastly, cream-yellow ulcer scorches.
Pliers yanking force the insurgent
Back into place–
Metal rams metal:
A trip to the mechanic’s
Every two months
To check for traction.
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