of the bus, i see her face,
my dentist
on a billboard sized
ad
smiling at me.
all thirty-two of her teeth
are aglow with
a polished light.
i can almost hear
her voice
saying you need
to floss more,
and
feel the needle
wriggling
into gums and cheek
before she starts
drilling
for gold again.
there she is,
branding herself on
my dime.
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