in hard
pieces of carboard
into my mouth
in preparation for my yearly
dental x-rays
she asks me if i have any
fun plans for the summer,
any vacation
trips planned.
i try to answer, but i can't
move my mouth.
only guttural noises
come out.
but she seems to understand.
ah, yes.
me too. a beach trip would
be nice at the end
of the summer,
or maybe a cruise
to Bermuda.
she then lays down a fifty
pound lead
blanket across my vital
organs
and runs out of the room
to click a button.
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