I chose to keep my gap.
A number of people may find this odd, but I love my gap.
It makes me happy.
It reminds me of me.
When I was younger it used to be the reason I didn't smile.
But now its one of the only reasons I ever do.
Whether it be akin to the sign of a Gemini
identical twins named incisors, or the void between that reminds me that there is always space to grow.
I adore my gap.
I adore how I can wriggle my tongue through the cave between two front teeth and pretend that I'm threading a needle.
Or then when I press my lips to whistle
a node of air escapes from the tunnel and sneaks up out the hole and I sound like a natural. Even though I can't whistle trough my gap on command no matter how hard I try.
A smile like Uzo Aduba to Elton John from Samuel L.
sent to Amy and right back to black to the woman from the local market place who sales cakes.
I see a grin so immaculate that only a few get the pleasure
to be and I'm one of them.
So why would I keep my gap?
Why wouldn't I? It gives me far more room than any place I've ever stayed.