Tag: poetic resurrection

The Sheep-Tooth ReliquaryMy wisdom teeth exist in pickled beauty,in a gold-capped mason jar.I take great delight in looking at all that lost wisdom every morning.They don’t haunt me—not like the colon they removed in a total colectomy,incinerated at the height of the pandemic—no goodbye, no ceremony,not even one last proper shit.But those teeth, they have…