Allude to Teeth
Munching on an apple, I ponder the beauty of teeth: the slicing, the gnashing like knife blades, the chomping of a deli grinder - the wonder of design that allows us to eat such variety. And still we spit in the eye of dentistry. And, oh, the dentist, how she must hate to be the harbinger of change for the teeth that she loves - and they do love teeth. Love the harmonious design of this ancient friend that despised the frog and bird and now society says they must bring into a fascist union, line up in ranks and filed, and march in the same direction.
I loathe - loathe! - to hear the gripe about a root canal, the trickery of teeth spiteful to not be needed, about wisdom teeth bursting through the gum, a primordial beast from the ocean that doesn’t know it’s the twenty-first century, the glittering age of appearances. Can you blame them, the teeth that have no recourse? Twenty thousand years of hardwired necessity and to be told in the span of fifty years of refined dental hygiene “you are holding this company back, so we’re letting you go” and like a mafia don, they take you out. There are no tears but if teeth had the tear ducts to do it, they’d fill each mouth with their daily existential dilemma - where’s my purpose now in the genetic code?
I loathe - loathe! - to hear the gripe about a root canal, the trickery of teeth spiteful to not be needed, about wisdom teeth bursting through the gum, a primordial beast from the ocean that doesn’t know it’s the twenty-first century, the glittering age of appearances. Can you blame them, the teeth that have no recourse? Twenty thousand years of hardwired necessity and to be told in the span of fifty years of refined dental hygiene “you are holding this company back, so we’re letting you go” and like a mafia don, they take you out. There are no tears but if teeth had the tear ducts to do it, they’d fill each mouth with their daily existential dilemma - where’s my purpose now in the genetic code?