Rooting Out the Problem
Here comes the drill
that will inhabit
my tooth.
Goggles and mask
overhead. Victim, I
mean patient, not
patient, wanting out.
Still,
to make it out of pain,
I must let the end-
odontist root
out the problem,
insane.
The chair
seems electric.
I have an out
of body
experience,
that is all
too real.
The first one
left me
in pain.
I pray
this second time
is
a piece of cake.
meanwhile,
before I step out
I’m driven insane
by
this confounded
woodpecker
drilling on the siding
of my house.
For such a little thing
both
are a cavernous bother.
2/7/2023
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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