painkillers and pardinho

root canal and radiohead

blue latex covers the area surrounding

the dying pulp tree tooth

my life is in a rain delay, tarp out

thom yorke’s voice is on shuffle play, spotify

light, needles, novocaine, and drills

mouth open, it begins

i’m confused about what’s happening

there’s a stranger digging into my pain

his hands in my mouth

and his assistant sits beside him

passing him tools, needles

he will fix it. she will help.

and i close my eyes and listen to thom yorke’s voice on shuffle play

and think about how all i want to do is sit in the front row behind the blue jays dugout

and sit in hard, plastic, blue seats i’ve dreamed of sitting in since i was a kid

maybe tweet about it

get some likes

i fight with myself: “you’re not a writer.”

i ignore that voice. i hear it a few times a day.

back to baseball: imagine those tickets to tonight’s game

i could hear vlad speak spanish, hear the boys cuss

of course my girlfriend would text me and tell me that some rich lawyer who can’t make it to the game tonight has offered her two tickets. of course that would happen.

my toothache, my pain

my life is in a rain delay, tarp out

root canal and radiohead

light, needles, novocaine, and drills

mouth open, it begins

i will not sit in the front row behind the blue jays dugout

sit in seats i’ve dreamed of sitting in since i was a kid

i get painkillers and pardinho instead

i guess it’s not all bad.


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