Nuts and Teeth
I am munching nuts and waiting for a friend.
Both activities tend to lengthen the day –
until a dental alarm. Lazy time has stopped
and forced me to think,
examine the object
held between finger and thumb:
a fragment of tooth or of filling.
I wonder from where it has emerged.
The left? The right? The middle?
No pain, just jumble among a mouth
of confusing teeth, and lacks thereof,
so neglected, forsaken, abandoned;
until now, until my finger examines in earnest.
But what to do?
So I take a further handful of nuts.
Munch.
And am still waiting for a friend.
(January 2022)
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