There were times when
I pondered of tooth fairies
If they were once a kid like I was
who used to stare at the cold glass window of a patisserie
bearing a garden full of treats from flowered caramel bliss to a forest of honeyed breads that made you wished you had wings to fly above the treats and kiss the sweetness with your ethereal lips until you woke up and remembered that you were just a kid with metal chains on her teeth before she could turn into a swan,
or as my dentist told me
