Dreams of disintegrating teeth haunted my adolescence
then crumbled true a few weeks ago.
Well, only one tooth
powdered like the Buddha by Arlee.
Days dissolved into days.
My empty tooth ached for its missing pieces.
That tooth so integral to chewing
cringed at any bite.
And this morning?
After forty five pain free minutes
with a new fixer, a lady dentist, three years in—
I’m chewing again.
~bw
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
brenda warren
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undercaws 
I hate dentists! But a good one is a god send. Well penned, my friend.
My dentist here is a woman. Her name is Dulce, which means “Sweet” in Spanish.
Go figure!
Love,
Pamela
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*godsend.
Using my phone. 😑
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Relief!
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A very clever way to write about this all too common experience. Teeth were definitely not made to last a lifetime. BRAVO for lady dentists! Glad your tooth is fixed!
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Oh, Brenda, we have so much in common. Went through that same crumbling experience twice. What a relief when the pain ends. Glad to know you can chew again, but then you’ve been chewing on words for years. Love and hugs,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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