dental_hygiene ovenbird She scrapes away what biofilm builds on the bones that keep my tongue from escaping my mouth. She measures the distance my gums have run back in time, scrubs the twenty-seven pearls my jaw saw fit to grow from parasites and nacre, picks open a seam in the earth near the roots and floods my throat with froth and blood. All the while Michael Buble croons, “Wherever you are, whenever it’s right, you’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.” I bite down on gauze and gore and smile a little through the pain. I lost my wisdom teeth thirty years ago but there are still some things I know, like it’s important to floss to protect your heart so it recognizes a life altering encounter when it sees one. 260316 what's it to you? who go blather from