Fangs + Rinds

What I am going to do is write, say yes, be present. I’ve been thinking about the phrase “sharpening one’s teeth on..” My writing resume lacks some level of notoriety and I need to show I have fangs. Maybe appropriately or ironically I’m headed back to Milwaukee today. Seems poets spend a lot of time returning places. Someone may imagine that that kind of repetitiveness would wear one full but maybe a familiar bite lets you work harder to tear something from the flesh and onto the page.

All my teeth are sharp
Rinds shredded wheat
when I bite into them
every chew thinning the edge