filling

first,
the needle
a long
narrow
relief
and next
the drill
with its
many min-
ature bits
not sharp
but whirring
singing
like a light
sings on the
eye, brightly.
They hand me
sun-glasses
to numb the
intensities.

I am reminded
of diamonds
with two sets
of hands
in my mouth,
the assistant
dexterous,
takes and
offers tools
with her
littlest finger
while the doctor
wields the drill/
diamonds are cut
by other
diamonds
the strongest bones
in my body
are cut like
diamonds,
slightly, just
a little at a time.

I could fall
asleep if not
for the drill
and the vacuum
and the banter
above me,
over which
porceline
makes for the
strongest
molars.
A chuckle,
a shrug,
were they
flirting?
the assistant
and her pinky,
the doctor
and his drill
in my mouth
bite down
he says
measuring
either side
does it
feel any
different?
–ECW