tooth plugged in as a child.
it's had
a good run
of chewing.
but now it's cracked
and ready
for extraction.
i remember the old man
who put it
in.
he must be dead now.
i remember his large
hands,
his wedding ring,
the steam
on his glasses
as he reached into
my small mouth
with a syringe before
he drilled.
did he dream
about all the teeth he pulled
and replaced,
all the gold and silver
he used to fill?
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