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by: bekah pollard
i’ve always been scared of the dentist. sharp teeth
and pinched gums and cut up tongues
from X-Ray strips. questions answered with open
mouths while latex fingers
smother my tastebuds and knuckles hit my nose.
dental floss strings into stinging gums and suction
straws intake my spit as if it doesn’t belong
in my mouth. fresh water shot
through a metal straw, sterile and cold.