I. Will not. Floss.

I. Will not. Floss. I Will not Stick bits of plastic in my mouth to rip between the edges of my teeth and shred my sensitive-ish gums to validate your bloody marketing and wholesale purchase of dentist gowns. I Will not Shame the memory of my head-hunting ancestors who grew bitter herbs in the wild-wild hills to boil them with fermented lard and came from a cave and left across a lake and have kept me here to pretend at being them. I. Will not. Floss. And when these teeth rot and die and these powerful gums are a distant memory I will get dentures. For she loves me without my floss, and swears she will love me without my teeth.  

7 comments on this post.
  1. Ch4:

    Will you brush your teeth?

  2. Ch4:

    Toothbrush?

  3. sanga:

    I love this poem so much. I love the ease or fluidity of the transistion from the common place to the universal, from the cultural to the personal. Somehow you have been able to make a love poem that is also political or is it the other way round?

  4. baruk:

    hahaha. one says what one says, and said things then acquire meanings, i think. or something like.

  5. baruk:

    yes.

  6. happyredrooster:

    This one is really more than just about flossing, isn’t it? The political & anti-establishment blood was always there and has not died. I hope it never will. But, for a few years now, I have noticed that the further you have been going away, the more you are discovering your roots(?) [I have jumped into the heartland and become an outsider.]

    Here’s a suggestion: do what I do. I floss with sowing thread and scrape with an old knife. (I just dip the things in a dollop of hand sanitizing lotion and get at it.) The flossing and scraping- for personal hygiene; the tools-in keeping with Baruk-ian tradition. Try it. She won’t love you less for it.

  7. baruk:

    and how can i respond to you except with a (toothless?) grin?

    But, for a few years now, I have noticed that the further you have been going away, the more you are discovering your roots(?) [I have jumped into the heartland and become an outsider.]
    -So true. So, so true.