Allow me to force you to relax.
How’s that sound. I am pleased to offer
you sedation while I poke around your mouth.
Who likes a stranger’s fingers
sliding along their gums. Well, I’m still
going in there, but wouldn’t you rather not
remember it. What I am offering
to you is dulled sensation, watered-down
consciousness and an unpleasant experience
made palatable. You’ll hear the ping
of the floss freeing itself from between
your teeth, the squeak of my gloves on enamel.
Whose teeth. Whose blood and spit.
Yours, but you won’t know it. So many
discomforts can be avoided with sedation.
Lie back in your body as if it were
a hammock. Accept this gift on behalf
of dentists for the terror we’ve caused you.