Still Life in the Oral Surgeon’s Chair -Introducing Robin Wright

[Poem by Robin Wright] After my fear of teeth being twisted, cut, pulled like plugs for barbaric bloodletting, after the mask covers my nose and the nitrous has reduced my hands and feet to far-off sensations, thoughts fly from my body and laugh from above. But I endure, rise, retreat from the chair, no longerContinue reading Still Life in the Oral Surgeon’s Chair -Introducing Robin Wright