My jaw has been aching all day <br />With their slow deliberate ascent. <br />They mark me, my dissolute way. <br />Make felt their knowing dissent. <br /> <br />I bear them quietly, and I listen <br />To their inaudible reminiscence. <br />Embrace the contrition they christen <br />And await their lenient quittance. <br /> <br />Knowing that they are a part of me <br />As much as hands, elbows, sensation. <br />Not corrupted by time or enmity. <br />They offer a release, from perdition.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-teeth/
