the dentist of the trolley,
the wurst on my tongue,
the sushi in the groove?
I prep my needs for
the bluest bedtime,
along with the removal
of my two wisdom teeth,
plus four major
intensive cleanings.
It’s thirty with a bang
and a few whispers over
childhood stories.
“Don’t forget what you
learned,” he says to me.
“What you saw what you
had what you can what
you wanted.”
