In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

A Poem from Mario 

Wondering What they are Up to
in the Middle of the Night

I guess I can accept the idea
that a fairy takes your baby teeth
and leaves you some coins
as fair trade.

But what I want to know
is what does she do with those teeth?

Does she make jewelry from them?
Macabre earrings, say, or lumpy necklaces
which she then sells at Saturday Market?

Or does she crush them
into a fine calcium powder
to help push away
the pixie version of osteoporosis?

Or maybe she fashions tiny dice
from all those canines and bicuspids
to use on casino night at the enchanted meadow.

This whole disturbing business
of trafficking in body parts,
well, it just troubles me a little,
thinking how the young
are made unwitting partners
to strange practices
they are not equipped to understand.

—Mario Milosevic


Originally published in Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, May 2002. Reprinted in Fantasy Life.

Posted by: Kim Antieau / 11/18/2004 07:15:00 AM
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