They’re going to put a needle in my mouth and
I could talk to you about pain because
I need six fillings and a root canal and
I could talk to you about poverty but
I’m just going to go numb, then try to imagine the beach and
the sound of the waves instead of the sound of a drill and
I could talk to you about having insurance for the first time at 33 but
really I’m grateful, so there’s not much to say and
when this is over I’ll have ’em sign me up for another round of
needles that make me jittery, that make my heart race, because
I’ve been waiting years to take a shot in the mouth that counts for something.