I'm back and this is new, so be nice

I know I've been gone so long. The past couple weeks have been some of the most trying and most rewarding - isn't that how it goes??

So my present is a new new new piece that I just wrote last week at the Bloomington Women's Writing Center. I read it for them, but otherwise it is uncritiqued and I welcome your comments.

Anesthesia, or Anticipating Holes Where Once was Wisdom (Teeth)

One hundred. Ninety-nine. I practice
deep belly breaths and believing
this sleep is the same as last night’s.
Just a few less teeth when I awake.

Ninety-six. Ninety-five. The room is so
small, my heart-beat echoes off
the far wall. A mauve-framed country
scene, a girl picks blue flowers. Ninety-one,

ninety, eighty-nine. My hair relaxes into
the smooth, tan lap of the chair. I try to keep my arms
from floating away. Eighty-five, eighty four, my mother’s
shadow is next to me, I think it’s singing with the musak.

eighty my toes dance
to meet me later seventy nine
seventy ei- the blue picking
flower girl looks at my soul –ght
seventy my eyes seven sink in seven
for a closer in
ty spect
sev
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