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Elegy

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The human tongue, in disbelief, obsesses
at the tender pit of a tooth,

insists on entering the empty room again
and again until it cankers, until even
the simplest word for loss is raw in the mouth.
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Heather Stein 10 February 2017
I cannot come up with a better metaphor for how our return to the parts of our grief that pain us softly but reduce us to incapacitate via attrition than a lost tooth. I love how cankers in the middle of the final stance is the only word with a hard consonant - and the onomatopoeia of the word raw for the sounds of anguish.
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