floss raze it took such a stupidly long time to free that food from two teeth in the top left corner of my mouth. the smallest speck of apple — flesh, not peel — and it wouldn't leave its stolen home. i could hear words in the water my body made. right on the edge of being clear. driving me to try again. and though the spun silk thread i mashed into my molars was pink by the time i was through, i saw to it that the job got done. 241013 what's it to you? who go blather from