Milk Tooth

Things are not always what they seem in these poems of trauma and transformation. Reflections and shape-shifters move through them: a child's balloon like a fish with a hook in its mouth, a raven disturbingly alive and dead at the same time. Pain is tracked to a bad tooth, but the source is uncertain, the memory unstable and changeable; the picture splinters into refracted light. Remembering, refusing and reimagining create mirrors, doubles and oppositions that tangle the thread, rejecting the simple, single way back.