Thursday, March 22, 2007

Theme + new subtitle

I have noticed, lately, a bit of theme emerging within these pages. As such, note the new subtitle for this blog.

So without further ado, here's today's helping of the former:

A Little Tooth
by Thomas Lux

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.

2 comments:

Jake-Freedom said...

I like it - you're like a muskrat thats always digging up new stuff.

Hacobo

Jeaux said...

30 years in three stanzas. Somewhat gloomy for a father of a one-year old.