at the dentist

they flew over me like drones

camera in both hands

wide mouth mimicked Marilyn Monroe's fame

can’t hide my wounded pride

‘open your mouth, fake smile’

nothing aligned with my soul

everything rapid but consistent

the dentist only talked

psychology and language were at play

nine teeth to be fixed

one root canal to correct it

I couldn't force anything onto safe ground

I had to improvise

without a dough

things envisaged out of control

in my shaking hands

that was the last part

of my humiliation

crashing onto badly tiled floor

four years without an X-ray have done this

at least hygienist

cleaned them first

the rest is silence

if I still have teeth and money next year

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