To the teeth
at 41 years of age
a wisdom tooth erupts
which is a bit strange,
since a wisdomectomy
took all four of the O.G. ones
at least seven years ago
i was high as uncle frank’s pants
that day, my friends.
hepped-up on goofballs—
mostly opiates and paid-time-off—
i took photos of the holes,
let dark blood drip down my face,
scaring the passengers nearby
my wife laughed, but with that
“hoo boy” look on her face
that i know and love
i put a similar face on
when i looked at them later,
sans buzzerino
anyway, a wisdom tooth?
now?
if this is a sign of some kind
don’t You think it’s too on-the-nose.
er, chin?
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The folksy language (“high as uncle frank’s pants,” “hepped-up on goofballs,” “‘hoo boy’ look”) in the middle stanzas contrast with the more reflective frame stanzas.
what an enjoyment to read
Funny. Wisdom teeth on the other hand, not so funny.