I Opened a Desk Drawer with My Mouth

by allthingsconfused

Pins prick inside the drawer.

I bite my teeth into the wood.

The little sounds dance around

my jaw.  I pull the metal runners forward.


Dust abates to a vinyl taste.

My lip catches a chemical taste.

I try to spit out the remaining taste.

I know I have swallowed a little more.


Slightly swaying inside the chest,

The pins tap the tissue paper.

My eyes strain, I watch my fingers,

A short breath, and I shut the door.