dentist
was always like pulling teeth.
begging for scraps
grasping at nothing
everyone asking why they haven’t met you
why you haven’t come around
your name, a mirage
your likeness, a clump of pixels
stories abound but nothing anyone else could tell
because you’d always just say
“i kinda like that i don’t exist
i have too many friends already”
looking back-
i was pulling teeth for years
but the laughing gas wears off eventually