i'll think of lulu when i sit in the chair under the circle light. and i'll think of my teeth that have suffered and endured the decades of my life, the lost and the remaining, bearing witness with me, facing the days, remembering all the sweet neglect of a youth that never ends, such a welter of emotion for teeth. calmaté. i'll think of kissing lulu's head as i did here yesterday, and will again tomorrow, inshallah.