No idea where this poem came from, or what it means. It popped into my head nearly fully formed. But thanks, Mona, for the win and lose poetry theme for the week.
my daughter lost a jagged tooth
and instead of under the pillow
it went into the garden
planted as a seed.
it grew into a tree of hands
fingers grasping at our clothes
as we brushed past
nails bitten and ragged
pearls of blood
beading at the tips.