self po. i'm feeling old, being with mister and my teeth. my teeth make me feel old. there's a lot of scary things going on scarier than teeth i s'pose but nothing makes me feel scared and old like my poor teeth. mister just lost three, and the rest are poorly, but his only have to last, oh, i don't want to think about that, but mines, they have to last, oh i don't want to think about that. my teeth represent my history, the underlying terror of the ordinary. when i was little the sadentist put a retainer in my head that was s'pose to come out, but never did, and my teeth grew like a tree through the sidewalk, except they cracked like the sidewalk, oh bad analogy. then when my teeth got abscess, a sadentist shot me with novocain like a dozen times, and each time i said, i feel everything, and sadentist disbelieved me, until i said stop sadentist and went to a surgeon who said of course, novocain does nothing for abscess, and gave me blessed blessed gas. i was in love with the assistant in white like an angel when i woke up.

so maybe if i check the stats i can find one who's not a sadentist to remove mines like mister, under happy gas.  

the other thing i think of is grampa hughes, who had no teeth, nor dentures, and ate like a demon, painlessly i assume, though he was a tough old buzzard, not a wimp like me. and grandma rose, i always thought she had lovely teeth, and never knew until she was dying she put them in a drinking glass at night and rose before everyone to put them back. she had to finally ask me to take them out for a good soak overnight.

that's some of my history of teeth. but it's probably not at all interesting as you undoubtedly have your own. 

i kind of hope you don't read this. yet i want you to. it's the kind of stuff i want to say so it doesn't just keep spreading roots inside. yet i know it will. it's life. i hope to say something cheerful if you read this next.

there's so much intimate history to teeth. remember the tooth fairy mom, the cutest little white teeth, so perfect, and when you lose them you celebrate the new. there are a few things i'd really like to return to childhood for, like new teeth.

enough oh enough about teeth please.