Thursday, October 28, 2004

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In the Year of the Rat

When Fidelito's first tooth fell out, his mother threw it on the roof so that the rats would find it. They were up there searching for coins. Evenings on the tin roof, their nails clicked like hail--they were always up to something: gambling, counting money. The change in his mother's jar once filled the glass to the mouth. Now she swore she had seen rats with silver disks between their teeth. Still, the old women in the village who muttered about refusing dark fruits and curing tetanus with the ends of a cephalopod, the plastic part of cuttlefish bone, said rats were lucky. They told her to throw her son's first lost tooth on the roof for them to find. When the new tooth grew in, it would be strong like the rat's.

from Names Above Houses, poems by Oliver de la Paz

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