But what of a woman
\nwithout canines. One who has lost
\nthe muscle of molars. Prisoner to a bite
\nthat only knows: run.<\/p>\n
Inside this mouth I was once wolf.<\/p>\n
Now only a dress of pink
\nshriveled gums that whisper:<\/p>\n
Excuse me. Not here.<\/em> The small death of letting This is the dirt I can remember The first time I monstered and someone was there Maybe I\u2019m whatever evil you want I tongue into small coffins<\/p>\n when there is no more But what of a woman without canines. One who has lost the muscle of molars. Prisoner to a bite that only knows: run. Inside this mouth I was once wolf. Now only a dress of pink shriveled gums that whisper: Excuse me. Not here. I\u2019m not even here. The small death of letting go. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":647,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[52],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3xD","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13617"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/647"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13617"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13617\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13618,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13617\/revisions\/13618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n I\u2019m not even here.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ngo. And rest is a four letter word
\nwith a shallow grave. Every morning
\nI\u2019m a shovel of knees, every night
\nan earthworm of goodbyes.
\nLifting from soil.<\/p>\n
\nof never coming home<\/p>\n
\nwhen the first tooth fell<\/p>\n
\nor womaned<\/p>\n
\nto watch.<\/p>\n
\nto name me. Maybe I\u2019m not
\nthe tooth.
\nBut the empty space<\/p>\n
\nstrength
\nto chew.<\/p>\nKelly Grace Thomas<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"