By Emily Egan Reeve

…what if your teeth were inside my pocket, a sad bracelet but also one which I liked?

…what if you removed your teeth for me, gently of course, though of wild personal inconvenience?

i don’t think i’d like you so much if you didn’t have teeth.

i like your current teeth. in your current mouth.

it’s something i think you should have, in that location.

there are things that i think i should have, too.

A few of your teeth, for example. in my fist.

i’ve never wanted that before.

this is my first time.


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