He pokes his dentist tool around my mouth,
taps on the spacer separating two teeth--
a quick fix after my braces came off in middle school,
meant to someday become a bridge or implant.
Except it's grown on me, so now I appreciate the gap
and the discreet tines, the way my tongue curls over
and under them when I'm thinking.
I won't change and I don't have the money to pay
for what amounts to vanity, I think to myself,
but out loud I say, It can stay for a while.
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