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.
Nothing.
Clamping down with the force of my mouth would have to work.
Right?
Chips flew.
Must be cracking the crystal.
Stubborn bastard.
More chips.
Shit…
My tongue’s bleedin’.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 