Last year I chipped my two front teeth.
On a watch face.
New battery in place,
I fumbled around with the back of the watch that was supposed to somehow save my soul
But I just couldn’t find the groove.
I pressed gently.
I punched and pounced gingerly.
Clamping down with the force of my mouth would have to work.
Must be cracking the crystal.
My tongue’s bleedin’.