The Old Tooth Stump
It crumbled altogether,
yet its black root dug itself yet deeper.
Perhaps I had been grinding
nocturnal jaws together -
excavating bone.
A tender spike remains
above the gum,
it pulls at the mind
wanting to be touched
by a cringing tip of tongue.
The dentist is digging his way through.
a knee on my chest
tugging and sweating.
My face feels like it has caved inward,
I suckle the stale air of my throat
through a mouth washing hose.
He grunts. challenged
by the stubborn stump.
I encourage him with my eyes.
They crinkle at the sides
laughing at a joke
we both shall tell later.
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