Miserable people are everywhere.
The dental hygienist sees my tattoo
and launches off into her couple’s therapy.
A 45 minute check up crawls
into the skin of a toddler
who continually stops to stare and stare.
“what does it mean?” she’d asked.
“it’s a reminder,” I’d tried to smile.
The dentist walked into his office, the room he worked in. The patient was already laying down, mouth spread wide and ready for him. They had a cavity, not serious, but still needing to be taken care of. The dentist didn’t like his job much, but it paid. He’s only become a dentist for his parents.
I hate the dentist. I hate sitting in a chair with my eyes closed, while some stranger pokes around in my mouth. I hate the taste of the toothpaste they use. But the part I hate the most is the hot new dentist my regular practice got. Because she is beautiful- I mean, uh….
why do so many people fear the dentist? is it the pain? or the vulnerability of having someone’s hands in your mouth? down your throat.
is it like a mechanic? where they tell you that you need these things, fillings and the like, but maybe you need a second opinion. maybe they just want your money.
Conversations that are never understood and always forced. Conversations that are said through fake bubblegum taste and winces from the pain. It feels good though, not because it does…but because its good for you, and you don’t want cavities.
She inhaled as his hands went in her mouth. “It’s okay.”
Try as he might to reassure her, he was never going to make her feel not violated by this. And it wasn’t about him. It was about the whole experiment. The instruments. The lights. The smell.
what if a good morning message
came to your desk of thought,
would you become bought?
by the bliss,
that’s there to dismiss,
all the toxic fish,
floundering in your dish,
then when the ocean goes silent,
as you were drowsing off to a cervine divine in the peaceful woods,
and a pigeon clawed down a message written on a small log,
would you sleep on the log,
until you logged off into dreams?
or would you bite your teeth until you had TMJ,
like a blue bird, knawing on a worm that’s made from clay?
dont shudder,
when eye contact hardly stutters,
its a gutter feeling, when someone else is bored
of feeling a tooth that’s been pulled,
harder than a hunter on a bore,
most of the time, if the ryhme,
of the eyes, cement and bequeth
onto another pair,
then we can dare,
share,
that moment of attraction,
but if here and there,
then then and here,
eyes begin to wander,
use the art of visage,
and acknowledge boredom has come,
time is now beginning to squander!
My mother pulled up to the dentist office. Parking her car she gazed from the side of the window to take a peek at my reflection. “Come on, it won’t be that bad” She puffed
When I was a kid. I had a narcoleptic dentist named Dr. hunter. He would say open in a slow melodic tone that made me feel like yawning. Everything about him was numbness. I remember his large soft hand on my cheek and the red of his beard. My mother told me to sit as quietly as possible if not he could fall asleep with the drill in my mouth. The wall across from the dental chair there was an op art psychedelic print that seemed to go on forever swallowing itself.
wow who loves the dentist. I know I don’t. I don’t hate him either but sometimes I think he’s actually a serial killer. But for reals you say. I don’t take it lightly that he drills into you mouth so mightily. I don’t back away from posting out that he smiles and ponders as you cry your eyes away. The dentist isn’t bad, but he sure isn’t a loving rad lad.
I went to the dentist to get a tooth pulled, and I ended up falling in love. She had strong hands and a smile that radiated even through the face mask she had pulled across her jaw. When she was done with the X-rays, she let me see her teeth as she exposed them in a grin – so white and pearly and beautiful. I was about ready to kiss her, only I knew she was married and wouldn’t consent, not to mention that I was still horrifically numb from all of the novocaine.
A individual who uses medical tools to put make your teeth to be in the best condition
Miserable people are everywhere.
The dental hygienist sees my tattoo
and launches off into her couple’s therapy.
A 45 minute check up crawls
into the skin of a toddler
who continually stops to stare and stare.
“what does it mean?” she’d asked.
“it’s a reminder,” I’d tried to smile.
Misery loves company.
The dentist walked into his office, the room he worked in. The patient was already laying down, mouth spread wide and ready for him. They had a cavity, not serious, but still needing to be taken care of. The dentist didn’t like his job much, but it paid. He’s only become a dentist for his parents.
I hate the dentist. I hate sitting in a chair with my eyes closed, while some stranger pokes around in my mouth. I hate the taste of the toothpaste they use. But the part I hate the most is the hot new dentist my regular practice got. Because she is beautiful- I mean, uh….
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why do so many people fear the dentist? is it the pain? or the vulnerability of having someone’s hands in your mouth? down your throat.
is it like a mechanic? where they tell you that you need these things, fillings and the like, but maybe you need a second opinion. maybe they just want your money.
The children fear him. The adults remember him. The candy makers know he’s got their back. All hail: The Dentist!
Conversations that are never understood and always forced. Conversations that are said through fake bubblegum taste and winces from the pain. It feels good though, not because it does…but because its good for you, and you don’t want cavities.
She inhaled as his hands went in her mouth. “It’s okay.”
Try as he might to reassure her, he was never going to make her feel not violated by this. And it wasn’t about him. It was about the whole experiment. The instruments. The lights. The smell.
what if a good morning message
came to your desk of thought,
would you become bought?
by the bliss,
that’s there to dismiss,
all the toxic fish,
floundering in your dish,
then when the ocean goes silent,
as you were drowsing off to a cervine divine in the peaceful woods,
and a pigeon clawed down a message written on a small log,
would you sleep on the log,
until you logged off into dreams?
or would you bite your teeth until you had TMJ,
like a blue bird, knawing on a worm that’s made from clay?
dont shudder,
when eye contact hardly stutters,
its a gutter feeling, when someone else is bored
of feeling a tooth that’s been pulled,
harder than a hunter on a bore,
most of the time, if the ryhme,
of the eyes, cement and bequeth
onto another pair,
then we can dare,
share,
that moment of attraction,
but if here and there,
then then and here,
eyes begin to wander,
use the art of visage,
and acknowledge boredom has come,
time is now beginning to squander!
My mother pulled up to the dentist office. Parking her car she gazed from the side of the window to take a peek at my reflection. “Come on, it won’t be that bad” She puffed
When I was a kid. I had a narcoleptic dentist named Dr. hunter. He would say open in a slow melodic tone that made me feel like yawning. Everything about him was numbness. I remember his large soft hand on my cheek and the red of his beard. My mother told me to sit as quietly as possible if not he could fall asleep with the drill in my mouth. The wall across from the dental chair there was an op art psychedelic print that seemed to go on forever swallowing itself.
wow who loves the dentist. I know I don’t. I don’t hate him either but sometimes I think he’s actually a serial killer. But for reals you say. I don’t take it lightly that he drills into you mouth so mightily. I don’t back away from posting out that he smiles and ponders as you cry your eyes away. The dentist isn’t bad, but he sure isn’t a loving rad lad.
NEXT UP , IS THE PREVENTION OF TALKING TOO MUCH AND WORRYING TOO MUCH: iT IS NOT A PAINFUL MOUTH; BUT IT IS PART OF THE PROBLEM.
I went to the dentist to get a tooth pulled, and I ended up falling in love. She had strong hands and a smile that radiated even through the face mask she had pulled across her jaw. When she was done with the X-rays, she let me see her teeth as she exposed them in a grin – so white and pearly and beautiful. I was about ready to kiss her, only I knew she was married and wouldn’t consent, not to mention that I was still horrifically numb from all of the novocaine.