Grinding (but not the kind you think)

a poem about TMJ

Tolbert
Sep 23, 2022
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Grinding

(but not the kind you think)

my teeth together

before I even realize

I am doing it.

I unclench

my jaw

and rarely

get that woom woom woom

feeling these days.

The kind that feels

like waves

from pressure and pain.

Desensitizing myself

to tension I now carry

in my face.

When I hear

fix your face,

I will think of

taking a deep breath,

drinking water,

and unclenching my jaw.

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Tolbert
Tolbert

Written by Tolbert

Librarian and Information Specialist by day. Queer writer of poetry, sensuality, personal experience, and health by night. Instagram @tolbert_on_medium #BLM✊🏿

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