when my mother carried me in her belly, we shared a mouth. her hunger was my hunger and we craved wet, dense poundcake together. the day i came out, i took her teeth with me. my mother's doctor informed her that she had 32 cavities shortly after, more cavities than she had teeth. my mother rose me to grow into my mouth, and after nineteen years, it
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