Sally dreams of broken teeth
falling from her mouth; others
pushed free from her gums.
Did she drink too much cola, or
was it the chocolates? Perhaps
it was the tub of Hagan Diaz
over Friday the 13th part II.
So when was the last time you saw
a dentist?
Those teeth shot full of cavities
can no longer hold root; they die
like the way bones die, the flesh
holding them giving up and simply,
letting them fall out.
She let the phone fall to the floor
after he cut her off the third time,
said a hasty goodbye, said hell call
tomorrow, maybe; and if not,
she should go on:
make her own plans.
So she turned on the TV,
and grabbed the ice cream;
and as Jason Voorhees went
on his birthday killing spree,
she silently cheered him on
as she gorged on vanilla rum & raisin.
