this won't hurt bit

ah,

the dentist.

the Brazilian model

schooled in the art

of dentistry.

she's tanned

a golden brown,

she smells like coconuts

and limes.

she's

in her white smock,

with tight blue latex gloves

and 

a sky blue visor.

is she going to the beach,

or to play golf,

or to drill on my

teeth.

she gives me the sermon

on

receding gums,

bone replacement,

on brushing after every

meal,

the necessity of flossing,

she smiles and says,

you liked candy and gum

as a kid,

didn't you?

i say, uh uh. yes ma'am.

indeed. open wide, she says,

this won't hurt

a bit.

as she holds the syringe

in the air,

the bright light shining

on the wet tip,

but all woman

say that

at some point.