To tell the truth,
Dr. of Tooth,
it’s the horrible sucking sounds
and the scrapingscrapingscrapingscraping
and the drill in the next room (glad I’m not that guy)
and the needle-sharp water thingy that makes my gums bleed
and my shoulders’ need for residing somewhere up around my ears
in anticipatory fear of probing latex fingers not-so-tickling my ivories.