A Pleasant Dentist

As I sat down in the comfy chair I said to her:

"It's raining outside so I'm wearing noisy clothes. I hope it won't put
you off."

She said not to worry, she'd hear me if I tried to escape. I kept
thinking about what she'd said. Although the thought repeated bored me
after a while I was trying not to laugh while she was drilling.

I hate that sucking instrument. Convinced myself it would take hold of
my epiglottis, little throat genital, and turn me inside out. I saw the
insides of my feet come out of my mouth and felt a little queasy. Jimmy
Cliff's 'Sitting In Limbo' was playing on the radio. Love that
song.

Mercury smells awful. It's supposed to depress if ingested.

She was much gentler than that ill-looking dentist in Whitechapel. His
hands were shiny-pink and I swear he never wore gloves. There was
nothing to look at in that place but the old blood on the underside of
the overhead light. One time when I was at my most vulnerable, those
big screws holding my mouth open, some workmen came in to fix the sash
window. He didn't care but I did.

One must destroy in order to recreate.

They never give you enough mouthwash at the dentists' but you don't
feel like hanging around to complain. Bumped into a friend in the
waiting room. He looked pleased, like he was sitting on a happy secret.
I'd nipped back in to nick a magazine as I hadn't had time to read the
article 'One in ten men have a STD'. Never usually go near women's
magazines unless I'm wearing gloves. Wouldn't want to catch something
that could brainwash me. Those mags are written by blokes with
pseudonyms don't you know. We chatted over the dental records I held to
hide my uncontrollable mouth. He said it was sunny outside now. Nature
destroys to recreate.

Wonder if you'll phone again today.