More Teeth Than a Mouth

MOUTH did not do interviews. MOUTH was a reclusive genius. MOUTH was the mind behind all your favorite songs.

Panoramic dental x-ray of an adult male without third molars
Óscar Badillo Pérez, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
This piece of flash fiction is part of Halloween week at COYOTE.

She was not sure what had prompted her to ask that first time. "Can I keep them?" had been out of her mouth before she had thought it through. She simply knew she wanted them. The teeth. The teeth that had, until recently, been in her abdominal cavity. 

"More teeth than a mouth," the surgeon had smiled, impressed in the way that doctors only get when your body is extra messed up. He was holding a plastic container full of them — 58 in total. They were hers and she had some right to them, she thought.

"Sure," the surgeon said. "We don't really have a use for them."

That was how she brought her second mouth home. Her first mouth being on her face. 

Now she asked the doctor each time. She had five jars lined up on the shelf above her synthesizers. Today she was adding a sixth.

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