Tooth Fairy

And you tell yourself that
she’s learned the secret,
the piggy bank’s promise
of nows not spent, or that
her simple pleasures grow
more costly and it is only right.
And yet it’s you
who’s learned the value
of a finite set, of milk breath,
of white magic placed under a pillow,
and each time leave a little bit more,
linger at the bedside holding
the last piece.