fly me to the moon

your dentist
likes to whistle
Sinatra tunes
when he's
about to
pop a syringe
full of novacaine
into your
front gums
between
two teeth
where a snickers
bar
got stuck
last October.
you like candy
he says,
whistling
in between
sentences, making
you feel
guilty
and squirm.
don't move
he says, this is
going to really
hurt like hell.
then starts to
whistle once
again, as he
slides the point
of the needle
deep into
the pink hard
flesh of your
mouth.