Retainer

By Katelyn Weingart

However hard I try,
I can’t theem to get
Wordth
Out of my mouth.

I lithen in horror
Ath
Thubthtitute
Thay
And
Thynagogue

Are all morphed
Into
A mumbly thwarm
Of noith,
Like scribbleth on a page.

Giggleth pound hard
Againtht my earth
While I brush
Them off with
A painful thmile
And
A laugh in return.

Whoever thought
All thith
Mithery
Could be cauthed
By an
Orthodontitht?