the dentist
calls
leaves a message.
sends an e mail.
texts.
it's been six months
since your last
check up.
your last cleaning.
I relent,
and say okay, okay.
i'm coming.
I prepare myself
for the flossing beat
down.
the lecture
about brushing
and grinding, and
rinsing, and
all the other things
they want me
to do.
I check my bank account,
I guess I can
skip
rent this month.
I go.
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