Rushing into our early morning bedroom
with her under-the-pillow discovery.
My daughter’s
toothless grin.
Sometimes poetry is like that:
all tooth fairy
no incisors.
Sometimes
it’s wolf canines
and snap of bone
Rushing into our early morning bedroom
with her under-the-pillow discovery.
My daughter’s
toothless grin.
Sometimes poetry is like that:
all tooth fairy
no incisors.
Sometimes
it’s wolf canines
and snap of bone