Wisdom Teeth

Suzie found them hidden behind the shoe rack in a plastic crate
marked 'stuff'.
Each one was as long as her finger; tusks kept on black felt in a box
for cufflinks.
Sunk in the pocket of her dungarees they were currency, chattering like
dice.

~

A film crew wanted to do a documentary on 'real cults'
but arrived too late. They had drunk vodka with sleeping pills.
The footage showed them, all in black, lying on thirty-nine single
beds,
forearms set in an x across their chests like someone about to jump
from a plane.

~

In the sandpit the teeth warmed up in her clammy palms.
Suzie slid one between her lips and tongued the mushroom brown
root.
The other, she gave, wordless, to a boy who never blinked.
He opened his mouth and knocked it back.
They sat and clicked like knitting needles.