No Worries

My pencil lost its tooth.

Just like that.

It must be terrible
to have just one tooth
and lose it
when you have so many things
to write about
and there is just one way
to stay in touch with your words,
which is your tooth.

Mom watched me close

while I was sharpening
my pencil,
and said:
„You should spread the books
on your toast
and eat them
the way you eat
your buttered toast.

Give your teeth

some hard work in this life
no matter how much money
you have to pay your dentist
to sort out your cavities.

And if you won’t be able

to make enough money
to care for your teeth,
no worries.

We are supposed to lose them,

anyway.

But never lost will be your bite

from books spread out
on buttered toast.”