Toothless Grin

Random thoughts interject my mundane

The flight and the thud.

Please don’t run me over!

The deafening noise, the chaotic chatter.

The purple of the bottled water in the backdrop of crowding trousers.

Mouth numbed, the swollen palm

Would a toothless grin be so bad?

Horrifying!

The pungent smells and the babbling nurses

All peering curiously as I strip.

Damn, I should’ve waxed!

Really, is that what you are worried about!

Would a toothless grin be so bad?

You are bloody alive! Are you out of your fucking mind!

Drowsy and delirious

An occasional flash of the bang

An irritation to the clutter around

Is it really a mental mess?

Need to un-muddle, need to clear the chaos.

“Would a toothless grin…..” I will punch you on your face!

I sit on the park bench, a hurtling ball hits.

The cold metal, the deafening noise, the moving tooth, a mental rewind.

I grin and move on. Or so I think.

Until something consequential interjects my mundane.