When Dentist Calls

When Dentist Calls Clear white tiny whirring brook spirals porcelain down Monitored through forest of sharp hard objects In a glare of concentrated artificial brightness Stark forms, silver entities, probe my thoughts Through my tooth roots to get to the truth There are still more things to come Dentist and assistant fill my mouth with wisdom and cotton Where my Marlon Brando Godfather impression takes place Along with x-rays of a few bad teeth acting up or acting out a scene My mouth becomes that void, that black hole With which a need to fill it With everything in the cosmos, becomes apparent Apparatuses, appendages, products from unknown Asian markets Go in and disappear Dentist looks satisfied with his new creation The interrogation begins I blink my approval as the needles go in. My tongue is the first to stray into slurs as doctor quips, “And gargle please and spit!” “That’s it!” “Open big!” “Tell me everything!” I remembered a story as a boy As my mouth and face melt away And the whirring spirals porcelain down to dentists call