incubus

So there’s this recurring dream
that my teeth are
coming loose:
I try not to jar them
but they fall anyway,
horrifyingly slow
fast-forward freeze frame until

there are holes in my mouth
gaping black spaces
& its the weekend
& the dentist is playing golf

“Tooth dreams represent loss,”
you tell me in the morning, your mouth
glaringly perfect
I know this,
have analyzed loss and change
in my waking life

but every time the dream occurs
I think its real
& wake up shaking
as though my face has been scarred
another piece of myself
somehow discarded.