Its time for my teeth to come in and then

come right back out again.

Its time for my mouth to come right out and say it.

I jumped on that bed once,

below the window shaped like a crescent moon,

shaped like a smile.

I was trapped in that room once, briefly.

and that half-moon window waned once,

and that half moon window cried once.

From the outside now I can see just a little bit of light that seeps out

from the top.

as if some just has to escape, before the cup runneth over.

as if there is just too much light in there,

but its still not as bright as it used to be.