Yippee! Skippoo! Whoopoop!
Before you go on thinking it’s just another day down in the coal mines here at babyteeth Incorporated™, think twice! It’s the last (normal) edition of winter term—and with it, the last edition for Sofia, Lily, and Olivia (workshop edition still to come—so you’ll get your last babyteeth hit, you babyteeth addict). Goodbye, farewell! It is also the beginning of a brief sabbatical for the infamous junior, Adiana (cue music: L.A. by elliott smith).
It’s the beginning of a bright new era in babyteeth history. You’re going to see things you’ve never seen before: new primary colors, santa claus, guilt and penance, maybe a novel kind of dinosaur that only exists in 2026—who knows! You have so much to look forward to. We all do. (eek that’s a little dark! fuck.)
Never give up, Lily “o dearest baby” akre
Sofia “divine love” durdag
Olivia “where am i going to put my hag poems now?!?” Ho Adiana “note to freshman: don’t only make friends with sophomores” Contreras
figure 1 (left). the babyteeth editors exiting sayles after a long, hard days work. little do they know they will all be diagnosed with black lung disease in 10-15 years. their lawsuit against Big Babyteeth will fail, and their families will be left with nothing.
contributors: stewie goon
sunniva maharjan
percy vermut
mahida tully-car
ava blaufuss
nicky pierce ralph
billy bratton
The Truth
elly pickette
eliza farley
morgan rackoff
editors: olivia ho nicky pierce ralph max votruba
lily akre sofia durdag
eliza farley violet pody nadia hutson kaya shin-sherman
luke hargrave adiana contreras
STEWIE GOON (b. ???)
Goonland, 2025.
glazed ceramic. Gift of the Mr. Steward S. Goon trust.
SUNNIVA MAHARJAN (b. prob 2004)
New Zealand, 2025. photograph. Gift of the Awesome Sunniva Fund.
She traces the curve of his jaw with a gentle hand. It is a light touch. She is afraid to scare him, he thinks, but it is more so that she is afraid herself. He likes that she is gentle, that her gaze is soft when it is so often hardened. It is not a thing so easily noticed by others, but he has spent time waiting for it to reveal itself: her cautiousness. Even now, it lingers in her eyes. He thinks about telling her how he feels but decides against it. Her hand is tracing the bridge of his nose. Her fingertips caress patterns into his temples and into his hairline. She likes his hair very much. She likes her hands in his hair. She likes him. That is the part that scares her.
She cannot look him in the eyes when she touches him this way. If she does, she is sure he will pull away, that the moment will be lost to time and whatever thing they have will dissolve. She cannot touch him and look at him because to her, he too is as fleeting as the sunrise. He will disappear like winter snow against gentle heat under her touch, if only she lets what they have be real.
If it’s not real, she cannot lose him. If it’s not real, there will be nothing to mourn when, like all things in her life, he leaves her one day.
He likes that she is scared. It means that there is comfort he can provide her, a service to rival the many joys and comforts she provides him. He aches to repay his debt, and though she voices her concerns about most things, her deepest fears remain buried under the surface. She is touching his neck now. He holds her hair, just behind her ear, cradling her skull. She likes it when he holds her this way. It makes her feel safe. She does not often feel safe around people. He takes it as an honor she feels safe around him. In truth, she feels the most at risk in his gentle embrace. Her heart has cracked open to reveal itself to him, and that is what makes him dangerous.
Mahdia Tully Carr
sunniva maharjan, “moon jellyfish”
