On Missing a Part of the Back of a Tooth

I found it accidentally, my tongue

lolling in a bowl of empty,

a parking space with no car,

a circus with no kids crawling

underneath the back tent,

a story with no ending.

And what of the escapee?

Did I eat a piece of teeth

(good for the digestion)?

Did it float on parachutes

of brussel sprouts or spit

or snot to find applause 

as front man of a band

and tour the world?

published in Write Under the Moon