The No-Pain Dentist

By Kyle Hemmings

He said the bad tooth
was so deep he needed night goggles.
After the extraction,
I could not be un-numbed.
Perhaps I’m nothing but
a calcified hallucination
under too much anesthesia.
The day never woke from itself.
Under a mask of skin,
I dreamt of a flashlight
without a face,
a voice begging for jawbreakers,
and a new father
with a gaggle of soft fingers.

Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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One thought on “The No-Pain Dentist

  1. Cork

    The anesthesia took you on a very nice trip.

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