10 55 pm pdt   [ where I live ]

I can't think of a thing to write about, so it's good that I saved this month's On Display collab for today. The topic is to write on a body part and I'm a bit stumped about which one to pick.

I'd love to do some sort of total body entry (the visible Rachel?) but don't have the creative energy just now.

I'd also love to list all of the body part entries I've already done, but will save that for later. For now I have to settle on one. Lungs, hips, heart? Mouth.

I don't mean soft lips -- cupid's bow upper and full lower. I mean mouth. I mean gaping hole full of teeth arranged via expensive orthodontia. I mean entrance to the inner workings of my body, through which food is ingested and voluminous words exit. Mouth.

Mouth demands satisfaction. He waters when I think of food, insisting that I eat more, even when I'm full. He says things before I have time to think about them. He asks questions unashamedly. He is home to one of my five senses. He is home to two wisdom teeth which have only grown half way in and thus require extra attention when brushing. He made me bite my nails for years (until I was 16.5). He carried around braces twice. He likes to let out burps. He likes to moan but sometimes can't manage to say anything more intelligent than, "Oh god!" over and over again. He likes to talk dirty and I have to always remind him not to. He likes to try new flavors. Mouth. My mouth. We've learned to get along quite nicely.