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Os est Os

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Andrew Payton

Each tooth grinds to fit its partner. 

In my valley, centuries of wheat


spilled soil to reveal boulders 

fanged by the dirt-trickle of rain—


is it violence, the hare in coyote jaws? 

Through another’s mouth


each life ends in transmutation. 

At the dentist, I learn to call 


my child’s teeth deciduous

like oaks ready to shed.


Through crops of vultures,

Zoroastrians seek transcendence.


To the Romans os est os

the mouth is a bone. 


I worry I won’t satisfy 

whatever hunger claims me.


But like the bite mark above my ankle

and the toddler’s matching smile,


wounds appear as sheaths 

to the weapons that made them.

Andrew Payton is a writer, teacher, learning designer, and climate advocate living in Harrisonburg, Virginia with his partner and children. His work is featured or forthcoming in New Ohio Review, Nimrod, Poet Lore, Alaska Quarterly Review, and elsewhere, and won the James Hearst Poetry Prize from North American Review. He is a graduate of the MFA Program in Creative Writing and Environment at Iowa State University and teaches at Eastern Mennonite University.

Artwork: “So You Can Be Comfortable” by Ava Bergen

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