Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Dentist


2 receptionists  - and the computer’s frozen.

Clear air hangs outside – so cold –

although these ladies wear their sandals open toed
as if on a beach. Consistent clothing;
browns, blues and greens, no red.

In the corner, dental videos
of procedures – without sound. For this,
we drove here, locked the car, afraid.

She tweaks the keyboard but - still a tragedy
in her VAT calc. The screen is numb. All
to pull faces – by a brief indignity.
She nods us through in the flash of a neon smile.

Is this my fate? – ajar, but strong -
I open the door, wait for the sun.

2 comments:

  1. Nice to see a new poem...i wonder if you have a fear of dentists...

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  2. Nice to see a new poem...i wonder if you have a fear of dentists...

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