As my pearly whites crunch 

into the powdered sugar, chew 

it like thick, hot sand, as my tongue 

melts it to stained glass, as I pray to baby Jesus 

sucking on his lollipop, as his first molar waits 

to come in it looks around the gums and sees 

sheep, wise old men, myrrh, screams, as the glass shatters, 

the mouth bleeds, as it dry-heaves, you do not leave.