A Song in Your Mouth

A while ago I wrote this poem.  This week once again I visited my friend and wonderful periodontist Cynthia Gomez.  She gave me a big beautiful RED HAT that she brought back from PERU where she volunteered as a dentist.  The poem is one of my TOOTH POEMS. I wrote a novel once about Doing Taxes.  Now maybe I’ll write a novel starring TEETH.  Here’s the poem. And the preface:



Imagine two words that are not life threatening that still generate the amount of anxiety: Dental Procedure. Dentists could play around with language a little. Today we are going to do something unexpected with the words in your mouth, the songs in your throat. It should never ever be called a PROCEDURE.

My beautiful periodontist
Cynthia Gomez born in Manilla
grace and a good haircut
she’s not the Procedure type
(although of course
she knows the Procedure)
patients do not talk
to one another in her
small waiting room because

they’re too nervous but yesterday

I tried with a man in a track suit.

How are you I asked?  Don’t ask me he said

and I certainly don’t want

to discuss my teeth.

Dentist across the hall
has a door sign:
I am a painless Yoga Dentist
imagine doing down dog
while having something
that is Not a Procedure.
Today I will have
yet another Dental Procedure
and she, a kind woman
who doesn’t use those words
because I made a special request
she repeats, when I am
sitting in her chair
trying hard to think of anything
but my mouth I usually
listen to podcasts
she says is that perfume
Mistouko you are wearing.
I can’t reply.
My mouth is
wide open.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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