Cloud Molars

They floated through dreams,
Meaning memories.

You thought of the things
That resemble things,

The comforting things,
The unsettling things.

Was it that the clouds
Resembled molars,

Or that a molar
Once it’s shed, sometimes

Resembles a cloud?
The whole world stutters

Continuously
With resemblances

And language chases
After them to cap

Them with metaphors
And names, like a team

Capping old oil wells
In hot Texas sun,

Trying to get things
Under some control

While overhead clouds
Shaped like molars float.