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Three Poems by Liana Roux
Gnash I’m grinding my teeth straight through the enamel. The dental hygienist asks if I’m experiencing any stress. Has my wife noticed anything?Does she hear tumbling rocks? Gnashing, from Middle English from Old Norse,may be onomatopoeic, grown—ground?—from sound. On the tip of my left canine tooth is a divot,a deepening pit that catches my tongue. … Read more
