ORAL FIXATION

Following years of extractions,
protracted dental procedures
that chanced to finance
dentists’ kids’ tuition,
here’s the fruition:

End of line for teeth like mine
Complete comeuppance
(come-out-ance?) of my
upper floor of teeth (the basement
to remain untouched beneath)

Oh, doctor, pray thee
go gentle into that good right
side; succumb that gum with enough
anesthetic to render a rhino redundant
Gas me gutless

The final result, partly insult
My smile replaced;
our savings laid waste

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

You know I will write about anything when you read this one, right? Yes, I will join the “upper denture” group this week, after years of secondhand nightclub smoke plus poor access to dental care rendered my upper rack wretched and wrecked.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday and dverse’s Open Mic Tuesday.  And if I’m absent over the weekend, it will be because my face looks like a cauliflower and feels like the aftermath of a prizefight!  Peace, Amy