Heather Christle

“The Tooth”

Two men share

one tooth. From

one tooth the men

predict the world.

Thank you! or

we would not exist.

Two men and one

tooth is not a problem.

One man is wide

and one man is sober.

Sometimes the men are

the same. Little tooth

is the light of the

orchard. From

it all things are

made up. Once

the two men lost

the tooth and every

one disappeared.

No one was angry

because no one was

there. The men

found the tooth

when the tooth

started laughing.

The men said what

is that noise and

the world came

back on. They told

the tooth that’s not

funny but it was

very funny. One

man swallowed

the tooth and put

on all the sad

knowledge.

He wanted to

punish the tooth

but the tooth

punished him. It

lasted three hours

and then he threw

up. The two men

live in a cave with

bay windows. To

be in love is so

solemn think the

two men once

a year. The tooth

never thinks any

thing. It is the

tooth of a goat.

via Poetry Foundation: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/148087/the-tooth

Prompt: I tried to only feature prose poems and prose blocks, but I love this poem too much to leave it out. Like Christle’s tooth, create your own strange biblical tale. Think of the dawn of civilization, with only a few characters and an item or two. Like a moose heart. Or a toenail. Have two characters interact with this decided item. What happens when the full moon shines? What starts to leak and bleed as the dream finds its way into the goat’s open eye? Inside the whale’s licked clean rib cage?