j/j hastain & Juliet Cook

Internalized Tooth Fairy

My ring has six red nodules in it.
Some people want to watch them
turn into dust, but I let them grow
teeth and do turns under
the changing moon.

A planet is made of
internal rhythm.
Sometimes the sun
looks like a scrambled egg.
Sometimes the redness is edible.

Sometimes a scrambled egg looks
in likeness with an ex. That one
who made fun of me
for putting cheese on top,
for wanting to always be on top
during sex. For wanting
to spice everything up
and then watch it explode.

For wanting birthday cakes on
every day of the week,
to find out how that affects my limbic system.
Some people never want ice in their mixed drinks
to melt down into oblivion.

Other people want to shove it all down fast
before it turns someone on.

Bettering oneself like

batter losing color on the ceiling
as the fans rotate.

Take an item out of the secret pocket,
give it a price and then drop it down.