fruit juice clings to my gums from last night's dinner / my teeth ache from the erosion / i grew up thinking sweet things would stay sweet / but after a while / it starts to burn in your mouth / rotting peach promises dangle / in the back of my esophagus / apple slices thread through / my teeth gaps like floss / eventually leaves / will sprout from my ears / and roots will curl / around the sides of my nostrils / and each fruit slice i've swallowed / will come up fighting for breath / you can't always devour / every small thing that's pleasurable / eventually / it'll consume you
