Dreams

I hate dreaming about my teeth

I must have overheard as a child
If you lose a tooth someone close to you will die
So teeth are a big No No in my nightly wanderings

So there it was last night
A pretty tooth that seemed new and an extra
But felt as if it'd been there all along

She said we'll have to remove it.
Fearing the brutality
I loosened the beauty
With my own tongue
And handed it over

Sigmund,
Can I have a 2:30 please?
TODAY!