Tooth Fairy

I come, winged, bestowed with hips and eyes,
My wand severs, it penetrates,
I take the parts that are fallen and unwanted,
I stuff childhood into my pockets.

I bless the sleeping eyes and chins and elbows,
I bless tradition and the need to model,
Our God into eyes, elbows, chin and lip,
Into femininity, the picnic of charms,
That is my body, masked in glitter.

The little things do not escape me,
I pick up the fallen eyelash rinds,
I weave enchanting green paper,
From skin cells and diamonds of saliva,
That glow on a little one's cheek.

Some call me a queen,
But others know my true name,
Hunter, devil, taker of unneeded parts,
I have not just one name,
But many, some fabricated, some verdant with truth.

I rise to life on this sea of evocations.

I am the garbage collector, violator of the tomb,
If I were a man, I would be a mother's worst fear.

-- Margaux Fragoso