Underground Journal | Issue 9.2

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Dentures Everything else renews itself in a timely manner: twenty-seven days for skin, ten years for bones, and an astounding five minutes for the thin cells of the stomach. But the incisors say you should be more responsible, rot graffitiing the back of the bicuspids. When I was five I had three crowns for the three caverns that I acid burnt with kool-aid, sugar sliding down the back of my throat. I ate mud pies, cracked pebbles in the back of my jaw. Did ugly things with my mastication maw, dirty words for a dirty place of crumbs and old saliva and now when you say my teeth are pretty and straight I can feel the phantom pains of wire lies. I scheduled a dentist appointment on my own for the first time and my molars moaned their thanks.