Milk Teeth

i was five years old when i turned;
pleasant as a strawberry covered in wax,
i dripped; away from my heart;
lept into the arms of the one person who had
found peace; it was an old woman with a
claw holding a claw holding a hand towel;
i asked what she was planning as her arms
girded me; a weight so heavy i could
cradle the earth's core;