I'll smile and he'll smile and we'll be cream in coffee, in a dental chair. Then he'll remove my teeth. While he does that, I'll play with his shirt. He won't notice or he'll notice but he'll call me "home" by accident. Life will burst out. Painting by Georg Baselitz - 1988
by Meg Pokrass And there is the dentist. I will walk in and ask him about the blaring noises in my ears. He will say something about allergies. I will smile and he&#x27;ll smile and we will be cream in coffee, in a dental chair. Then he will remove my teeth. While he does that, I will play with his shirt. He won&#x27;t notice or he will notice but he&#x27;ll call me &quot;home&quot; by accident. Life will burst forth.  Painting by Georg Baselitz - 1988