Poetry Goes to the Dentist

Novocain

 The long thin needle

taps a nerve—zing

goes a memory, left

unattended and numb

 

after he forgot about it.

Calls from his ex-lover,

in which he calls her

“my dear friend” have

 

ceased to smart the space

behind my eyes, making

it simple and safe

 

to drill and puncture,

fill and sand

with no consequences,

no plans.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s