It’s always there.

Each time I visit,

on the polished table

beside the glass of water

and inhalers.

The tooth.

I know they care for you

so how can they

leave it there?

Old and rotten,

broken, grey.

It been left for months

unless of course

it is a different one. . .

a different tooth.

I begin to recognise it.

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