And she swills the sucker along gums
Vacuuming saliva, blood and grit
While the doctor makes small talk
With someone who can't answer
It's a one-way conversation, she thinks
Like most of her relationships
That last guy, Gerald, what a waste of time
Thought being a dental nurse
Meant looking after mental people
Dr Dench says the anaesthetic is working
And reaches for the drill
How many dates has she been on now?
She counts backward with a shrill sound in her head
Must be near forty and where have they lead
To her being here pulling teeth
No spa or yacht or mansion or diamond ring
Just spitting into cups and toothbrushes for kids
Maybe Father Gallespie saw to it
She only twelve when he summoned her
Lifted his cassock like a tent
And told her to suck his cock
Or the Devil would eat her soul
Being a good girl she did what she was told
His penis grating against her teeth
Thinking now she could have bit it off
But she accepted his sacrament, wiped her mouth
And as instructed never said a word
The packing needs seeing to
Her fingers on forceps applying gauze
Removal of wisdom teeth so traumatic
Xrays show she doesn't have them
Unlike this patient who will wake unable to chew
Much like her after Father Gallespie's lesson:
What you swallow in your youth
Returns in middle-age as venom.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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