Baby teeth, two of them
loosening in her mouth force me to tears.
How under prepared for the coming of age
that will devour the entire night
in a prayer to a god not visited
since who knows when?
A complication all along
by the strangest of men who
somehow believes himself
impossibly responsible, sneaking in letters
sans a return address…
No way to respond.
If one night she finds her good nature abused
for the unfathomable, seems
one of us might feel that terror again.
The most selfish of bearers reckons that
loss bites bone deep. Devours.
Such little bones –