i have found myself on a string of floss.
sliding between teeth.
cutting open neglected gums.
cleaning out the scummy algae that frames my teeth after i haven’t been home in a few days.
i could picture you here with me.
tugging on the opposite end.
curving around my incisors.
pushing down past my gum line.
loosening the tightness between my teeth when you free some granny smith apple skin.
— yours truly