at the dentist

by dm gillis

I see rage in every tooth he pulls out of me
rows of riot old as orbits
these teeth punched and kicked by cops
that bit down hard on stone and insult
that were exposed in crazed smiles
from behind the isolation glass

one root hooks round the jaw
the tooth screaming that it will not go
it was loyal and food feared it
it kept wisely quiet
while other parts of me conspired to talk

I am tolerant of its behaviour
having myself been prised
out of worlds without reason