"Every morning since I left you has been still, so radiant and fragrant and free, then turning out tasteless once I bite into the old tangerine discrepancy between frenzy and dullness. See, I’m your stupid tooth—made explicitly to break you into pieces. Now I’m unemployed, working harder than ever. Now I keep a cow tooth in my wallet, for luck, and much more of the whole skull in my subconscious, for some sense of riddleage in this cosmos, zones of mystical cartilage, I don’t know, I want to be superstitious."