counting teeth

my house smolders birds are loose in the yard scrapping the ground for their lost clucks

but

i’m ok knowing my wrap won’t shrink even if on occasion i forget and count my song’s teeth

still

you’re wondering why my laces obstinate dangle why i spiral and never circle why i never answer when your nose rings

must i point out the kindling in every roost or the bulge in the box that doesn’t fit?

why begrudge me the opium i sell my violin for?