Fraiku: Maxillary Second Molar

Taut between eardrums
A shrill cord rings in my skull
Still smelling Fritos


A gold filling that had resided in my mouth for almost thirty years popped out while I was flossing recently. The picture above is of my tooth after the drill but before the crown.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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20 Responses to Fraiku: Maxillary Second Molar

  1. DD's avatar Deedee (DD) says:

    I’ve liked
    although I squirmed

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  2. Michele Lee's avatar Michele Lee says:

    Well, that’s what you get for flossing. haha

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  3. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:

    Ouchie … I had a cracked filling replaced last week Bart

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  4. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    Yuk!

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  5. Oh ouch. Hope the price of gold will pay for the next tooth! ❤️

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  6. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    Good poem. The picture…. ugh… it looks like a dirty pearl on a plate of oysters

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  7. I will never look at a Frito the same again.

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