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Last week's offering Old Men Playing Basketball was by B.H. Fairchild.
This weeks piece comes from a Clevelandpoetics - the Blog Reader:
My Dentist's Son
My dentist's son
whose eyes are blue jewelry
and intricate as a diamond drill,
watches the excavation in my mouth,
with goofy horror.
He is delighted.
A virtuouso actor, he gags
at the stumped tooth
while Dad attempts to crown it.
Such curiosity could burn to the earth's core
or make the universe heave up its entrails.