By the Skin of We Teeth

a small child's fingers and eyes peeking out from a ramshackle window

First crown one month into the shut-in, shut-down. The beginning of the time when nothing changed. When the before and after merged. Dutifully avoiding contact. No, no, the social ramifications of the pandemic were we wet dream. The idea of... it...

terrified sound of the dentist’s drill agonizing porcelain we fear of pain

Smoothly polished porcelain we was in love with. Tongue could not stop caressing, replacing all we teeth.

grind the old tooth down to the gum leaving a cylindrical stump, fucking

Last week six month of pandemication, pandemnification, pandemnation, panda-monium, pand, pand, fuck it all, pand what? Broke an tooth and the piece that pulled from between left cheek and lower teeth (they have names?). We have names. Big enough, bad enough, damnitalltohell fucking crown. Where was the glee?

not so traumatic because one tooth closer to bioni-mouth fuck teeth

Clever earbuds, hey doc? Don’t feel like listening to talk, mind if listen to music, how could we? say no, we said, of course, we said, said no, we said, what are you listening to?

obscure the renderers, we wouldn’t know them, of course, we did not

What it sounds like we favorite band while getting we tooth ground down like a—? We don’t have a metaphor for that, because it’s already a metaphor, it was like we best friend screaming at we as loud as possible, we can’t make out what we’re saying because loud, but also because drilling, remember? But mostly because we are screaming at we while tooth metamorphed!

Tic Toc, on with the clock

Two days later new crown crack half, shattered, bloodied, fragment tooth in we hand. Initialized panic was third crown, no we're not that lucky, it was the temporary, the brand fucking temporary, split in two then, then why was there blood?

We know that nightmare. We teeth crumble ten thousand pieces of easy your mouth. Living that, dream right now.

Mercury, amalgam, metal, expand, contract, pressurize, enamel, tooth a state of fragility. Waiting for the just but tiny crunchy shard of raw cacao nib.

seven times the crown of a cock tooth befallen we in less than two minus that many years

Guess, what? We throw mold away. So, no, no, chance of getting a fake temporary. Tooth the only way to protect vulnerable nerves, whose existence is the cause of all we fears.

Sure throw it away, gross, imagine a drawer full of used molds? Crown gets it. Can we make mold? No we don’t do that, learn to use we tongue. Seriously.

Tongue surprises. Maybe themselves but we. Two days to train. Fat juice muscle to contort ole stubby, allowing we to drink. Coffee and wine, wincing.

We was afraid to explore but soon we tongue found the stub and foreplay ensued. We new-found appreciation for the shape. Contours and texture teeth, especially we new one. We tongue fascinates.

porcelain smoothly phallic thinking of jerking off to it

Point we make is this: Vampire Teeth. Cat Teeth. Topiary Teeth. Dice Teeth. Eye Teeth. Die Teeth. We Teeth.