Cavity



My tongue tickles
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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