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I’ve spent half my life in a dentistry chair
what the hell, students prodding and poking me, I could drive far
to a private, professional practice
but practically, my van doesn’t get great gas mileage
So this tooth is the first tooth pulled out by this person
(unless they’ve already been practicing in the third world)
they are practicing on me, cuz I think I can take it
or I’ll choose to end my treatment plan prematurely
when I check in, I zone out
depersonalization, to help me survive
dental school drama, surgeons fight with the first years
stabbing the edge of my gums, my cheeks are wet with tears
losing track on the chart, start it over again
your shaky hands keep rubbing against my mouth’s skin
when I’m in the chair I can feel the metal in my gums
feel them drilling in my jaw
when I’m in the chair I can feel the metal in my gums
feel that drill in my jaw bone
when I’m in the chair I can feel the metal in my gums
feel that drill do it work, make a hole, for a screw.
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