I couldn’t help it-
The room came pouring in-
Every red blip of the monitor-
The broken tooth-cap in between
His latexed thumb-
Gold on the outside,
Cushioned with decay-
It’s times like this you realize
It’s better to know
A thing or two about blood pressure
Than how benzos affect
The hippocampus,
That horse-fish of memory:
Perpetual fetus
In the mind’s murky womb.
I was proud of what I remembered,
Until I realized there’s a luxury in forgetting-
When I sat in the chair,
He told me through masked lips
that I’d forget everything-
Whir of a metal drill,
burrowing pressure
Of a needle in the cheek-
But I was lucid,
Let it flood me;
The mercy of my mouth.
He told me he couldn’t believe
I was holding a conversation-
“Most grown men take two pills and stagger
through the door”
I felt strong
in my resistant clarity
until he chalked it up to nerves
I had an urge to yell at him-
Open my blood-numb gums-
I dare you: give me three pills,
Ask me where the dopamine’s flowing;
I’ll stand up and drive myself home.
I’ll swallow my pain
With peach milkshakes and
sweet potato soup: I dare you.
Because the six-year molars
Came in with a vengeance-
A determination to navigate
The world with no skin-
A vulnerability that was cut open and open
Then sealed until it rotted, bloomed-
And nothing could prevent me from preserving
The details; the feel of my tongue
On my teeth. The chemical-sweet stink
Of bubblegum-flavored laughing gas.
The hand sanitizer next to the TV.
Because my father told me too late
That sedatives don’t work on him;
Not in the way of memory, at least-
I’ll remember the bite of Novocain
For the rest of my life:
Absence leaving something
In its place.
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Triazolam is a central nervous system depressant tranquilizer in the triazolobenzodiazepine class. It’s commonly used in dental surgeries to treat patients with high anxiety. It causes anterograde amnesia, a form of memory loss where the events that occur immediately after taking the drug are forgotten, usually by the next day.