In commemoration of the extraction of my wisdom tooth
I have razor blades in my gums–
oh, and my gums are barbed wire.
Don’t worry, my nerves have been severed, so I’m numb,
and I deal with the fresh cuts as they come.
I drink a glass of absinthe, I light a fire,
and I rub the fire iron over my lips, tongue, and gums,
and the cuts close up. I know, I know, I could just use some
band-aids, but it’s a show. It’s what I do for a living, actually. Drug companies hire
me to put on shows like the fire one, have me show my teeth and be numb.
The most common show I put on is simpler. I sit in a food court and seem quiet, mum,
and then I open my mouth like I’m sighing, just a little wider
than usual, and the lights shine off the razor blades in my gums.
Boy, does that spark a hum
in my audience. People circle around and ask me questions, they never seem to tire
from asking me how in the world I could be so numb
to being stabbed and prodded and cut. I tell them it’s some pill, and there’s my income.
Hey, I’m allowed to be a bit of a liar,
right? I can’t feel anything in my face, I have razor blades in my gums
for Christ’s sake. I’m lucky to be alive, let alone to be numb.