Everybody in my family has perfect teeth. My sister’s are like pearls shining in the sun, dancing in her mouth. Like pearls sparkling. My father’s are as straight as can be. Straight as a ruler measuring a line in math class. My mother’s are as amazing to look at as the leaves jumping off the trees in fall. Beautiful like the colors of fall. My teeth, my teeth all so close together like bees in their hive. So close holding each other so safe and sound.
April 7, 2017