Rock art by Tim Christensen
Ode to Wisdom Teeth
Sliced from pink gums like a baby woken from slumber,
you all cried and bled until both jaws were swollen.
Better locked up for twenty years than taken from flesh, no doubt.
The dentist thought something was wrong, but I persisted,
taking you home to wash up. Scrubbed and dried then wrapped in wire,
I finally caged you: a home for my idols, a more suitable mode
to display the pearly whites. Attached a hook, and beheld for all to see.
A pair of new earrings made of me.
