only minding my own business

i'm out to make my hygienist jealous

the next time i'm staring at a bunch
of dolphins wearing shades i'll regale
her with my many tales of bravery
before she finds my next cavity

i want banana silk on my gums
and i am going to want more of it

i want to hang out with the dolphins

do i even have an appointment?
with the dentist i mean
i'm sure the dolphins will accept me
as who i am, whenever i am

but are they waiting for me

the dentist, the hygienist,
bent over the reclining chair
little silver tools in hand
ready to fix me up again

i think not
they probably fix a lot of teeth
and unless i give them a ring
i might not get the chance
to see her rosy cheeks turn redder

i forgot red is not the color of envy
it is the color of outrage
i want to make my hygienist wonder
what the hell happened all this time

it could be that by the time
i make the call
my mouth will have torn asunder

and i will have to ask my dentist
to call 9-1-1