cavity
i'm screwing on the Listerine lid
with refining mask on my face
when Larry asks me
what do i think about
when i brush my teeth?
…as if he cared
i almost laugh
because i swear
i could swish
and burn
with a smile on my face
forever, just thinking about my
dental hygienist
his pretty hands
rubber gloved
flossing my teeth.
the strawberry taste of
fluoride gel, my mouth puddles
with drool at the sound of
his perfect ivory
voice telling me
i brush too hard.
i think about
those little
x-ray tabs.
he tells me
to bite
and hold still.
then i pop them out
with my tongue,
on cue.
i would do anything
for my dental hygienist.
even brush softer and floss.
i spit in the sink and say to Larry…
i think about getting my teeth whitened...
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words to fill the hollow spaces...
I really enjoyed reading this. It moves. It's funny. Nice work.
The best part is the element of the unsaid. Good stuff.*
Good read. playing with form is fun, innit?
Really good... I feel the same about my dental folk... if I were rich I'd have my teeth cleaned once a month.
Love this.
ThankYou All for reading! i read one piece from each of you fictionauts and you are all great writers. my attention span is nil this sec. i will tweet a story from each of you in a little while. aksania X
This is beautifully understated. Well crafted and poignant.
Oh, and I also like the textured meaning of the word 'Cavity.' Fits perfectly.
Lots and lots of fun as usual, Aksania. From Twitter to Fictionaut, you never fail to interest.
I'm glad I read this. Well done and somehow charming in a devious way.*
Ode to one's dental hygienist. Unique, odd, sweet.
Very nice. The secret life of marriage in teeth.*