Sisters

Sisters



The dental hygienist
Picks and scrapes
Lifts and separates
The soft, pliable matter
From the hard
And digs
But it's not personal
It's cold
Like the chemical air in your mask

Her sister is the psychiatrist
The same to your brain

At the restauant table
Their heads turn partially to each another
Their eyes don't need to meet
Their smiles are flat and rigid
Their necks are
Full of ligaments
Taut

Everything
Is as

It should be





by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com