my teeth feel like nails hammered into a freshly painted wall; white dripping, my tongue stuck to the roof, boarded-up windows, and my neighbor saying goodbye.
my dentist says i put up with too much pain; this tall, dark, stocky man with his competent fingers and twenty seven years of peering into tired mouths. he says i think too much and say too little, but there is only so much i can say with my mouth harboring a fugitive; gums, cookie cutters and a sweet tooth.
oh so well, the sun is beating down this little clinic, an exhausted a.c. and the trio of nurses who smile only till their lips, i wonder, wonder, wonder; do they get free dental checkups?
to love is to feed, and so we stay starving, me and my incomprehensible teeth.
i was trying to be more descriptive with my prose, could you tell lmao