Why I Hate Poetry
“Beauty is a tooth.”
Churning through universes of midnight rain,
The Tooth Fairy® came clean at last.
“It has always been a pluriverse,” she admitted.
She greeted an absence who was choking on mud.
“Hello, subjectivity,” she intoned.
“Can I help you with your marksmanship?”
The absence vomited and was whisked away,
Through the rain, to be addressed elsewhere.
Resigned, the Tooth Fairy® sat and began to count
Her bones, beneath the darkened canopy.
Tom Snarsky is a Noyce Teaching Fellow at Tufts University in Medford, MA. His poems have appeared in Shadowtrain, Otoliths, Cricket Online Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Braintree, MA and tweets @TomSnarsky.
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Cover Photo: Joel Ormsby (https://www.flickr.com/photos/joelshine2/)