The locked jaw is

The locked jaw is
frozen-desert-dry
with the sandpaper grit
of 3700 lonely nights.

Faces ground down ugly up.
Mushy bodies turn not quite right.
Fruit, once freezer burned and thawed,
leaks onto the counter top.

Into thirty-one
and on and on
and no big surprise
when a face goes different
let's say, 'indifferent around the eyes'.
Thawed frozen thawed frozen thawed
about 3700 times.

Journal entry, Sister Teresa of Calcutta, February 1949

Today, my God, what tortures of loneliness. I wonder how long my heart will suffer this. Tears rolled and rolled. Everyone sees my weakness. My God, give me courage now. Let me not draw back from the Sacrifice I have made of my free choice and conviction.