Crooked Teeth

These crooked teeth in the bathroom mirror,
gritted back at me,
as a daily reminder.

That I can only regret those younger days,
where I got off lightly
on each trip to the dentist.

Smugly travelling home in my mother’s car,
my sister, forlorn
in the front passenger seat.

Her teeth aren’t crooked anymore,
mine are.

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