Cavity
It
tingles and squirms
Behind
my sugar loving teeth
That
were bathed in coffee
Just
this morning
I
stare at the ceiling
Through
eyes that long for glasses
There
is no talking or moving
So
my brain runs in circles out of boredom
And
tries not to think about my bladder
Which,
like my mouth is small
And
always seeks attention
At
the wrong time
I'm
not nervous
But
my heart thinks I am
Since
the numbing shot
Speeds
it up
I
cross my feet
And
think about
Not
thinking about
Having
to pee
Glimmering
metal objects
Disappear
into my mouth
And
make torturous sounds
Like
a thousand tiny race cars
At
a tiny little Nascar
Running
lap after lap
Inside
my enamel
Down
to my Dentin
Turning
a solid piece of me
Into
a fine dust
That
smells
Indescribable
It's
not my fault that I have soft teeth
I
think
As
I lie back on my soft curls
And
rub a circle with my thumb
On
the silk skin of my soft hand
And
I can't help but wonder
if I'm soft on the inside
too
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