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A Little Tooth

Thomas Lux

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.

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"A Little Tooth" from Drowned River by Thomas Lux. Copyright © 1990 by Thomas Lux. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
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