Apart from one brief anticipation of pain
I am wonderfully numbed, the only
discomfort in the sustained large O I am
made to make whilst the drool and drilled
detritus is immediately and cleanly vacuumed
away. All I can do is count the exams I’d
have to mark to match the dentist’s fee - and
going at a steady pace it’s about three days.
Blood on the papers, screaming between the
lines, journeys to the roots of memory: rewarding
their pain is a channel to pleasures, one that
marked in red is like finding the large X to
signal where I have discovered treasures, their
route to a dentist’s wage or teacher’s imagination.