hinge
ovenbird
You
have
come
to
expect
your
jaw
to
do
its
job
--the hinge
moving
the
saw
blades
of
your
teeth
functions
just
well
enough
to
hack
your
meals
into
manageable
pieces
; mandibles
make
a
snug
cave
for
your
tongue
to
sleep
in
.
So
it
comes
as
a
shock
when
you
sink
incisors
into
the
soft
exterior
of
a
freshly barbecued sausage,
hear
a
perturbing pop,
and
discover
your
molars
no
longer
meet
.
You
are
troubled
further
when
you
find
that
your
brain
no
longer
has
access
to
the
neuromuscular
junction
that
intersects
with
fibers
that
have
,
until
this
very
moment
, powered
the
possibility
of
chewing.
You
don't
know
what
to
do
.
This
isn't
a
scenario
you've
prepared
for
.
"
Maybe
you
should
see
your
dentist
?"
I
suggest.
"
I've
had
enough
appointments
recently
,"
you
grumble,
digging
in
your
heels
like
a
pouty toddler.
As
time
wears
on
and
the
gap
between
bones
persists
you
decide
to
ignore
your
malfunctioning physiology
and
just
go
about
your
evening
unhinged
.
Every
once
in
a
while
we
all
deserve
a
day
like
that
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from