A little white rectangle
loosens and wiggles until you can push it over with your tongue
then you know its job is done and it can finally take a break.
The tooth you’ve had in your head for six years
the very tooth you have used to pierce the skin of a thousand apples
is now resting in a plastic baggie
and your tongue can now check out the vacant spot
and feel the unfamiliar edges of the neighbor teeth
who barely know what big changes happened this morning
and you are feeling lighter, looser, more wiggly yourself
in a world where such thrilling transformations are possible.
