a limping half of a mouth
like a stuck fish
succumbing to the hook stuck in it.
It's useless-
It can barely hold a cigarette!
At the dentist's,
I sat in a long chair
like a reclining stone covered in plastic.
A bib was strapped around my neck-
Bib is what he said-
I'm not kidding.
He pulled rubber gloves over his hands
and pushed his fingers down
into the space between the fingers.
He did it on both sides.
For some reason,
I couldn't help but picture
blood dripping from the ceiling,
until the dentist made a joke,
came at me with a syringe,
and told me to open up,
just like an old boyfriend once whispered to me
when I was still new to all of this.
Now, I am an old hat
with half a smile,
living the dream.
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