At The Dentist

Written for:  Poetic Asides #477 – Write a leap of faith poem

When I am sitting
in a dental chair–
hairs caught in
the clip of that paper
bib–my mouth is no longer
my own. Dentist has
all those metal tools; I am
unarmed. What if his hand
slips while using the drill
to excavate a hole that is surely
the size of a small country
by now. I never want to hear,
‘Oops, sorry about that.’ Have
to hope I will leave the office
not looking like a Jack-O-Lantern.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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