March 5, 2009

Salle D’attente’.

Fear of Doc and Dentist.

“Why?”
“complications.”
“Never here.”

“…You needn’t be awake.” The best jazz plays, I want to inquire it… 
“Bottom on the table,”

“relax” he says. “Relax everything, lean back your head.” 
“Now cough… louder… cough again.”

Three long Novocain pricks.

“Sounds like laughter.”

Veronica wasn’t laughing.

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