The Intimacy of Dentistry.

• Author: Ajay, Stephen
• Position: Poem

Some of us have sex without noticing, like the way some dentists can work a drill with such speed, with the wish to be done with it--to say little of the poor mounted person, mouth agape, who hopes to fly up from the chair, off the branch, out of the bed their breath, and drool and fear not easy to endure even by the angels of the tooth That said, the acted upon can give off dreamy and mysterious thoughts as wavy as heat in summer, especially the fantasies of mature patients: like one day they'll walk in and the terrible boom will be lowered, a declaration about the death of, the fall of "all my teeth," the defeat, utter collapse, destruction, the surrender of one's front line soldiers, the defection of his canines, the capture of his rear molars-- all will be lost with no prospect of regrouping or out flanking and all that will be left will be to redraw the map, penciling in the faint and ancient art of tearing and chewing--and only the bellows of a face, cheeks, and the collapsed army...