Abstract
Cutting teeth, the infant learns pain's bite and that no one can take this sting away. Her nipples made tender by the stony cusps, the mother weans; then teeth serve an incisive rage. Deciduous, they drop from fine stalks. New ones, stored treasures, burst forth, bumpy crests unhoned yet by the world.
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