The Tooth Fairy Dreams of an Apocalypse

It’s all there for free now, all there for her swooping down in plain sight, in broad daylight, hands out in hungry claws pulling all those lovely teeth loose. No more need for

fancy hairdos, or sparkly pink dresses, or even the crystal scepter, now that there are no more insomniac children left to catch her in the act. She can wear anything she wants now, jeans, a t-shirt, a backwards baseball cap, a

food-splattered muumuu, or even nothing at all. Nobody’s left to see her do her work, tugging stubborn teeth free from blast-cleaned skulls with a rusty set of pliers, a string tied to an anvil, an old claw hammer.

It’s all there for free now. No more dollars to leave for teeth.

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press)