The dentist tells me I have a mobile tooth.

I also have a mobile phone, and bluetooth,

But I don’t think they’re related.

He tells me it has a really deep pocket,

And I once had a navy winter coat, wool,

With a single gold button, and deep pockets.

There’s no point fixing it, he says,

Because the gum is beyond help.

Life’s like that sometimes.

I wear my glasses in the chair,

Even though my eyes are shut.

I don’t want more things to break.