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aquabeanFalse Teeth
by Patricia Dobler
Walking back to her sister's house,
woozy from relief and Novocain,
she nearly trips on the B&O tracks.
Then she sees it. A $20 bill.
Not crumpled. Folded between the ties,
pleated into a little fan, as if arranged
by whatever tooth fairy looks after
30-year old women who loose all their teeth.
When she walks into her sister's and grins,
she scares the baby—her swollen face,
the gums still bleeding, her words clotted
like the cries of an animal—
They think she's gone crazy with pain until
she holds up the money. The men are laid off
again, but she can pay the dentist
what he's owed, she can buy false teeth.
They say, "For every child, a tooth,"
and this is a story for children
whose toothless mother lost
and found and came out even.
by Patricia Dobler
Walking back to her sister's house,
woozy from relief and Novocain,
she nearly trips on the B&O tracks.
Then she sees it. A $20 bill.
Not crumpled. Folded between the ties,
pleated into a little fan, as if arranged
by whatever tooth fairy looks after
30-year old women who loose all their teeth.
When she walks into her sister's and grins,
she scares the baby—her swollen face,
the gums still bleeding, her words clotted
like the cries of an animal—
They think she's gone crazy with pain until
she holds up the money. The men are laid off
again, but she can pay the dentist
what he's owed, she can buy false teeth.
They say, "For every child, a tooth,"
and this is a story for children
whose toothless mother lost
and found and came out even.
