Milk Teeth by McCaela Prentice

I thought someone might
love me by now.
I had that nightmare again-
the one where I
have forgotten my age;
have forgotten the teeth
I spit into my hands.
a boy I slept beside
told me he had dreamt it too-
told me not to wish away time.

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McCaela Prentice is a Maine writer now living in NYC. Her poetry has previously been featured in the Ghost City Review, Lammergeier Magazine, and Honey & Lime Literary Magazine. She was also an honorable mention in the 2019 Small Orange Emerging Woman Poet Honor.