Things you have to do 

To your body stay true.

Diet, exercise, apothecary

Doctors, tests, insurance mandatory. 

Youth ground away 

A little more each day

But forget counsel’s irredentist

I still have to go to the dentist. 

Ever since battles malignant

Naked, poked – most indignant

Chattering angst free floats 

Whenever I spy a lab coat. 

Lysol scented parchment 

Sterile, cold compartments 

Periodicals, out of date, 

Too much for my soul to take. 

But this is just a cleaning

Make my teeth gleaming.

Nothing to worry about

But I still have my doubts. 

Terror, I know, can burst from the blue

On a fine day, to take all from you. 

Once hit with such pain

You dread its return again.

This is the specter

My mind does it hector

Invulnerability, I now understand

A foundation built on sand. 

“Are you okay?” the dentist asks

Tool in hand to remove plaques

Concern furrowing brow

Elsewhere I’d rather be now. 

Last time I was here

Day before father’s soul dear

Did death did take

My tooth still aching at his wake.

A bad association, perhaps

Neuroses does the mind trap

Setting me a bother 

Even when one thing

Doesn’t have to do with the other. 

Open mouthed, heart thumping

Metallic scrapes, irrigation pumping

Whirring pastes, floss, then spit

Too long do I sit.  

Then lead aproned, X-Ray

After sugary sins washed away

Tounge, gums, examined

Hoping nothing bad’s happened.

“All’s well.” comes the reprieve 

Ministered amnesty and relief,

Then I get a toothbrush

And out the door I rush. 

Pardoned, into the morn I go

Enamel fortified, into traffic’s flow

Procrastinated task done

Yet more skirmishes to be won. 

To gym I head to iron sinews taut

Not because I want to, but ought.

To stay on this firmament 

Despites laziness’ candied endearments. 

Time marches on, our bodies grist

“Til we disappear into Empyrean mists

But to your body you must be true 

Until slip away you do. 

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