Wisdom Tooth

I left the tooth
sitting insipidly,
covered in blood,
roasted in enamel,
on the dental tray
as I shook and trembled
my way onto the street.

Though not squeamish,
I thought it rude
to ask to keep it,
even though I had
done just that
for twenty seven years
inside my own head.

The molar was extracted
using physics and forceful
care by a dentist
who used a pair of
non-rusty pliers
and all the force
from her elbow.

She bent over and
twisted, pulled,
and yanked until
finally a loud
craaaaaack
was heard and the
roots were released.