So now I'm done with the dental paperwork.
Below is a poem I composed today, as the pain has left me inspired:
On the extraction of my upper wisdom teeth
my face is round—a moon
or a pumpkin
and I cannot smile
my dog is near me, on the couch
happily chewing his bone
this day,
and every day,
is the best day of his life
he is soft and stupid and yet
so enlightened
I smile, and my face aches
and I laugh because the vicodin makes
me loopy
my face is round
and I am a pumkin
and a dog
and a smile
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