at the dentist

At the dentist

A man I knew in Norway, a quarreler, sent me an email I have no idea why, telling me
he was going to live in Peru In a dale by a lake, away from endless arguments and strife.
As he stood fishing, by the lake of his dream, a sheet of ice fell from the mountain and
into the lake creating an enormous tsunami. It obliterated him and the village behind
him.“What the fuck is this?” may have been his last words. I was thinking of this as
I sat in the dentist’s waiting room the door to the street was open and tiny flies circled
around in the middle of the room, often touching each other as they were kissing in
a coy manner, like an Iranian couple, kissing at a public place and risk being hanged if
reported by the morality police. Flies have no teeth, so what were they doing here?
But they didn’t bother us who sat there waiting. Plenty of colourful magazines to read
about famous people going to parties, about their love life and they were all trivially
happy; they had white teeth too. My wife came out of surgery, new teeth but spitting
blood, I drove her to a pharmacy, then bought readymade soup at grocers. At home
I wondered where the affable dipterous flew when the dentist shut?