I am talking to my mother, I run my tongue on my front tooth and it breaks. I put my finger in my mouth and fish out the broken enamel; it is so delicate and fragile between my fingers, like the sea shells you find close to shore. It feels like my body has given up, pieces of me are falling off. I am so deep asleep, I am no longer aware that I am dreaming. My tongue wanders over the remaining root of my tooth and I wake up. I am close to tears, a fear cripples me; my stomach and lungs tighten like a muscle spasm.
November, I wish you would leave, already. Although we've been graced with beautiful weather, it's been an emotionally draining month. One more week to go. I cannot wait for you to be buried.
Candy for your ears, Soothing for your soul; the amazing Kem.