Egg Tooth

Each relationship I cultivate with another human life

Is a tooth, erupting from my gums,

Armored and available.

You were my egg tooth,

Used to break through the protective shell

In which I was encased.

My walls sank lower 

And lower 

In acquiescence 

And the tooth rose up stronger 

And stronger 

In anticipation.

I asked for warmth and
You handed me a light bulb;

Melted my guts like chapstick that had been 

Left in the car too long.

So is it a coincidence that 

Your body and the earth are filled 

With the same percentage of water?

Because you fell through me like 

A stone falls through the ocean: 

Quickly sinking into a soft ending.