Last night Lynne suggested I make a series of chapbooks around themes. Teeth would be one of them.
My one camp foray was in seventh grade because my mother heard the word
socialization from someone, maybe Selma, so I went to a week
of overnight camp about half an hour from our house.
Laney a girl in my bunk threw a hairbrush to me and it knocked out half
of my front tooth. So when I returned home from camp
not a successful experiment in socialization my mother took me
straight to the dentist, a friend of my father’s named Milton Turkoff.
My father said once that Milton’s hands were like his feet and I remember
thinking That’s a Sentence I’ll Remember Forever.
Milton Turkoff gave me a new front tooth, more or less, and that was
the beginning of what a chapbook that might be called
Teeth Adventures, or maybe, Adventures in Teeth.