Being-Towards Clean Teeth
it happened again. the dreaded 'It'. the one where you're brushing your teeth and it hits you with a left hook. left field. a homerun. an unprocessed sigh. something left over from the day. a cavity disclosing decay. [flash back] the brush makes it to your back molar and you realize, "fuck. I'm going to die someday." See, there 'It' is.









