My Shiny Teeth and Me
I went to the dentist today. HAVE A HEART, DON’T SCROLL PAST.
Anyways, my dentist’s hygienist hugged me and I didn’t realize that there was something between us where hugging could be considered a “thing.” To be honest I barely remembered her and she treated me like I was a popular girl from her high school that she wanted to impress. LOL. She was really nice I guess. I’m just not used to being touched.
I was told I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out soon by an oral surgeon *snickers* but I thought that becoming a boxer and letting someone punch them out of me might be more fun, or maybe joining the Jackass crew and letting them yank my teeth out by tying a string to them and a huge black boner and then have the dude pelvic thrust them out of my mouth, you know, since there is an opening on the Jackass committee and all…
Too soon?
It’s okay. This is the first time I’ve done a ‘too soon’ thing, YOU’RE WELCOME.
Hope you’re all having a nice day and don’t forget to floss. (I’ll forget enough for all of us).
I found a hole in this week’s
thin air, expelled from the
silence of upturned wrists
seeking resurrections, I
blueprint the way you taste
on Sunday mornings
if I press myself into your
whiskey mouth, will you let me be
your circadian rhythms
we could breathe in the beats
of Saturn’s rings and lie listening
to the crackle of the radio
darling, hold my body up to
all your split ends and scrawl
blue black poetry on skin
I want to straitjacket your
escape route, make a treasure
island map of your scent
bury me, let’s find heavenly
abandon before my acrimonious
ascension from your memories
