your dentist
is stalking you.
it's all about
the flossing.
you've been lazy
with the flossing.
she brow beats
you every time
you go in for
a cleaning.
you see her
peeking into
your bathroom
window. catching
her face in
the mirror.
quickly you grab
the thin string
and like a violin
play between
your molars, your
bicuspids,
your eye teeth
and crowns.
you see her
shaking her head
and motioning
how to do it
better. she
hangs from a tree
branch
in the yard,
her mouth open with
a perfect set of
piano teeth
shining annoyingly
in the moonlight.
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