How thin am I wearing?
Paper thin.

But my hips are wide,
wider than yours,
wider than yours,
More than hour glassy.

“You need to floss.”
I’m rotting all over.

Doctor, shouldn’t you numb me first?
Before you open up my chest?
And fill the cavity?

I’ve been rotting for quite a long while.
. . .
“The healing
(Dealing)
may take longer than you can stand. You should know.”

Thank you for your services, I should leave a tip.

I scribble on a napkin crumbled in my purse,
“Don’t forget to floss.”

Take it, kind doctor.

It’s good advice.