it's sad when you lose teeth. it's like a funeral in your mouth. the other teeth stand vigil, feeling the empty spaces grow among them. it's like when a building falls, except it's in your mouth. where are they going to live next? it's the little buildings themselves who've been unhomed. and now the neighborhood seems more vacant. now they are homeless, now trash. if you have money you can build some thing else, implants, bridges, but your teeth can't return, and it almost seems that space should be allowed to remain open space and made offerings of ghost food, soft, like the spaces left behind.