It all works out in the end, by ending,
The livelong reflection of the ceiling in the sky
Pressing my teeth, where we were
How old are we together, did we
Have the same job, ever, for a month
Driving the warehouse van, before phones,
Before navigation, lost in the country
For hours, looking for

This house where they repaired vacuums
Pressing my teeth, one day,
As I always do, as I’m doing now
They’ll come out, lose them all at once,
Let the tongue feel strong