Monday, September 21, 2009

To Cavities

A poem in the style of Kenneth Koch's Addresses

You made your way through my mouth,
happily befriending

chocolate, soda pop, and fruit roll-ups.

Marking your territory—

trenches in my baby teeth.
My mother stood
behind me with a toothbrush.

General of the army—

fighting a war against you.
Fluoride, whitening, tartar control—

she wanted them all,

you resisted each!

I cried when you were found.

Novocain shots
brought tears
and made my feet jump

to attention.
You won the battle

when I lost the rotten tooth

to the earnest dentist.

You learned to love
the silver lining
and
I learned to brush my teeth.

No comments: