molar

You turn fuzzy

All flea like

Swarming

Martha is a fuss

In the cafe

Something about

Hair in my sandwich

It was fennel

She pulled it from her bottom row

observed

bit it right in two

We talked about it afterwards

Beach

You

heard it snap between her teeth

There is sand around your lips

Saliva crust

You are like

The morning

It's windy

And you turn large

Big and watery