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 o...