Pink Plastic Bag

Illustration by Alessandro Gottardo
Illustration by Alessandro Gottardo

The dentist always gets my name wrong, calls me Jason. It’s close enough that I didn’t think to correct him the first couple times, and on top of that always have my mouth pried open and filled with molding clay or fingers. Now it’s too late. I’m a Jason. One of my lower incisors is coming in sideways and I’m probably going to need braces. My mom says I have my father’s teeth in my mother’s mouth. The idea of both parents in the same space goes a long way of explaining why I don’t like going to the dentist.

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