Bruxism in the meantime

I’ve been grinding my teeth again
I can’t help it
like a habit
a pattern
brings me to the edge of sleep
slaps me
my mouth hurts
I don’t know how to turn it off

I need you to hold my jaw
stroke my exposed neck while I sleep
kiss my temples
tell me stories
the world is fine
everything is going to be all right
calm things
tales of rabbits
creek beds
spring winds
a tiny forest
where we walk