Graze the lips with concrete and floss with blood
Wintergreen and sharp, pennies in the mouth that
Rattle like bicycle wheels down long hills.
Bandaid sticky, adhesive concealer that fortifies a face
To face the world dripping with bruises, salt, and the momentum
Of a body flying over handlebars is the sum of all its particles,
It falls at 9.8 meters per second squared,
Entangled with the speed of gravity, eating rocks
Gargelling gravel, sip on the feet of the earth and
Fly face first into the mint green grass stained road
Drip from nose, tongue, face, sharp and tangy
And leave a mark, red as plum, saying I was here