wildcat

When the gauze comes out so you can eat, and you feel around in your mouth with your tongue, and there's this space, and two of your teeth are just not there and you stop and consider the tactile sensation of having teeth, only they aren't there, and there's this space back there, and suddenly you know that under all your meat is just a skull, a skull, a skull that will one day be bleached by the sun and worn away by the sand and wind...