Wisdom (teeth) Rowan Carteret

Rowan Carteret

Wisdom (Teeth)

I am sitting in the branches of a twisted tree, Held up by the laughter of a godforsaken creature More commonly known as “you”. (We all know this one; or someone like it.) I was dragged from my classroom By that seagull’s bark of a sound. (The grinding and clenching of teeth.) I am half-tempted to let myself fall Because this stopped being fun years ago, (I thought it might correct itself over time) But you’d catch me by the wrist And you’d leave me hanging there for the rest of the afternoon. (It probably goes without saying, but whatever you do, avoid this one) You may have chosen your own name (Another fancy word for a not very fancy problem) But you forget that we are all self-made of broken china, (Porcelain and composite shells) And we know what you mean when you threaten to jump. In three years I might not even know you, (A rift, a fracture, our hundredth disagreement) And I hope you never have to splinter anyone else Just to sharpen your edges.