Haibun For My Dentists
My dentist meets me cheerfully and informs me that she has secured
some time of the great doctor who will help her to do a little
surgery in my mouth.
Ann-Marie is good at anesthesia and pretty soon on a
chosen tooth which somehow is not mine anymore.
It is written in Talmud that hair, teeth and nails are not part of
our bodies. It has just dawned on me that we can be alive
Now two dentists are carving a strip out of my palate.
Suddenly one of them puts his finger in my mouth, presses hard and
starts to count 3 minutes.
On my sign language request I am given a scrap paper and I write
with a bad pen, “I have a panic attack.”
“You’ll be OK. It is just a blood vessel,” says a male dentist and
gives a short reiki-like laying of hands onto my shoulders.
When they put the strip back in my mouth I ask to look at it. It is
red, almost translucent and it is really me. I amuse myself by
imagining war wounds or giving birth.
ooooooooooooooooojet lagging I climb
ooooooooooooooooooHoly Land hill
ooooooooooooooemblazoned with poppiesAnn-Marie begs me not to bite her finger which she uses to press
the open wound in my mouth each time counting 3 minutes. Then
they use a fish hook to sew inside mouth. The cord looks like a
piece of thin wire and it stretches high to the ceiling.
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