Wednesday, November 6, 2019

out of context

I see my dentist
at the coffee shop.

she's had her hands
full of syringes,
drills
and water pics
putting them
inside my mouth for ten years.

but we don't recognize one another
right away. our meeting is out
of context.

she's not in her white coat,
but wearing a mink stole
and a leopard print pill box hat.
I see her getting out of a chauffeured
limo.

we make eye contact
and then it hits us both at the same
time that we know each other.

I open my mouth widely to give
her a look
at the thousands of dollars
of work she's done,
and she says,

oh, oh, yes. hey, how are you?

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