They call it diastema, the dentist said an easy fix,
But fix it I could never do. Unique perfection,
Should never be altered. How could I take such joy away?
A device to be treasured, not structured like a picket fence.
You’ve pushed potatoes and sometimes pudding through it,
you’ve whistled like a dark-eyed Junco making passersby search the sky with it.
Without the space divided is a world within all others, not a place for you.
Author Bio:
Sonya Groves is a teacher of English and History in San Antonio. She has published a short story in the Abydos Education Journal and been a conference presenter at the East Carolina University Multi-Cultural Literature Review Conference. Currently she is pursuing her Master’s degree in English at Our Lady of the Lake University.
But fix it I could never do. Unique perfection,
Should never be altered. How could I take such joy away?
A device to be treasured, not structured like a picket fence.
You’ve pushed potatoes and sometimes pudding through it,
you’ve whistled like a dark-eyed Junco making passersby search the sky with it.
Without the space divided is a world within all others, not a place for you.
Author Bio:
Sonya Groves is a teacher of English and History in San Antonio. She has published a short story in the Abydos Education Journal and been a conference presenter at the East Carolina University Multi-Cultural Literature Review Conference. Currently she is pursuing her Master’s degree in English at Our Lady of the Lake University.
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