Wisdom
I walked into the dentist’s office
An old man in a white suit greeted me
Told me to lay down on the table
I did
He poked and prodded inside my mouth
Asked me how I was doing
I was doing fine
For someone who was terrified
He told me that he’d give me anesthesia
I simply nodded
As the nitrous oxide filled my body
I slowly went to sleep
I woke up
He asked me again how I was doing
I responded this time
“Fine”
I walked out of his office
Tasting bloody cotton balls in the holes
Where my wisdom used to be