by Tamara Anna Pawlak
Photo by Skeeze
Its tiny head twisting, its body shuddering in delight as it performs a proper cleaning...
A fly lives in my mouth.
Buzzing around its cage of teeth. When I open my mouth, it crawls to the back of my throat to stay hidden. When I’m eating, it wriggles up into my nasal cavity and cleans his hands and wings—licking and rubbing its sticky wands together in anticipation—waiting for me to finish. It then rushes out and picks the fragments of food from my teeth. In a maddening frenzy crawling meticulously over every crevice and cavity where a morsel may be hidden. Its tiny head twisting, its body shuddering in delight as it performs a proper cleaning. My teeth always sparkle—my gums a healthy pink—the gift I am granted by the fly that lives in my mouth.
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