Highway 27 is slick with April,
A Jersey jet-stream flanked by
Two piquant fronts:
The Lemon Loaf fog
From the Entemman’s factory
And the jasmine perfume of the
Edison Indian restaurants.
The dentist says all four of them
Gotta go. Easy procedure, out in no time.
The assistant has gathered at least
A pint of my saliva at this point.
In exchange she offers me the small
Post-exam cup of fluoride.
Her kids’ pictures are on the wall
Which makes me think
For some reason
About the black market prices
For good saliva.
Easy procedure--out in no time,
Out before the tulips even.
I gargle and spit and watch the blue plaque
Swirl in the bowl and slide down the drain.