June 07, 2004

My teeth are deliciously sharp and shiny, and suddenly I yearn to bite through raw human flesh. At the dentist today they sat me down in a chair and scraped and polished until everything was white and bleeding. The dental assistant had deep, meaningful eyes. I couldn’t tell whether she was smiling behind her surgical mask.

“Don’t eat anything for the next half hour,” she said, “not even raw human flesh.” She’s on to me, I thought as I grinned wildly — god knows what she found between my teeth (last night’s dinner? pubic hairs? fishbones? fingernails?).

“Thank you,” I said. Afterwards, in the elevator, I sunk my teeth into my own arm to see if they were sharp enough.