Adventures in Teeth

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.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

4 Comments

  1. An ode to the long-suffering frame we each inhabit and all the stories it could tell if only we would listen ?

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