I’ve often wondered if, over time, I’ve kissed every square inch of your body. It troubles me to think that there might be even the smallest portion of you my lips have not honored. I imagine you giving off a steady telltale glow, a sapphirine iridescence, anyplace my mouth has come in contact with you, making it easier to isolate and identify those minute segments that have suffered from my unintended neglect. There: an unlit spot the size of an eleven-point lowercase “o” between the third and fourth toes of your left foot! Hungrily, gratefully, I lift your lustrous ankle.
Gnashing Teeth Publishing is proud to submit the following poems for consideration of the Pushcart Prize. Each of these nominees had work published by us in 2023, whether online or