POETRY

Teeth

By Elizabeth Langemak     VOLUME 51.1

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READ BY LISA WELLS

Winter, and my house grows
teeth. Eave-hangers
slung from each gutter’s

lip. I touch one sweating
incisor: another sharp thing
I have made without

looking. I know it is
mine because it is clear
without being transparent.






ELIZABETH LANGEMAK lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

VOLUME 51.1