the dentist’s chair

Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

I was relaxing on the dentist’s chair
The tongue in the hole of the tooth: a darting eel.
The clock on the wall: white on white.
Time is flowing without staining the walls, nor the thoughts.
The comforting smell of disinfectant.
Noises of sucked air, beyond the curtain,
Inside the modest recess
That sows kisses and curses.
I wait for you to come
To look at me and then go away.
I am relaxing on the dentist’s chair.
An oxymoron.
But I am enough
To overcome ancestral fears.