Suzanna

She hated it.
The food.
The orgy of it.
The sourness.
The excessive sweetness of it.

She loathed the closeness.
The fact that people pressed up close.
On both side.
Sometimes in front.
The back.

She detested change.
But that’s all she was subject to.
Heat.
Cold.
The assault on the senses.
She cringed.

Then it happened.
It was over.
She lay senseless in steel.
‘Clink’, she heard as she was tossed there.

Sometimes.
The wisdom tooth has to go.



(Poster at the dentist's)