—WHY THE FROST IN THE SUMMER TIME?

 

 

Wisdom Teeth

 

 

My dentist seemed to like my fillings too much, fondling my back molars as if they were nipples, or else the subtle toes of a newborn.

I tried to speak, but the drugs were just kicking in and his hands were in my mouth, all pliant and busy, and besides, I wouldn’t have known what to say.

When I awoke from the surgery, my dentist grinned at me with a sad clown smile, yet satisfied, like my dead father.

“How’d that feel?” he asked, as if everything was on the line.

When I replied, (…), he said, “That’s better.” Then, “Take two of these each hour for the first few days, until the swelling goes down.”