I went to the dentist today to have a minor crack fixed in a tooth.

Last time I was there, the hygienist took a lot of notes about my current condition, and we talked about some of the ramifications of the meds I take for my mental health on my dental health (dry mouth, etc.). Very helpful, quite appropriate. I really like my hygienist — and my dentist, too, I should mention.

He came into the room today, we shook hands…and he asked me where I was living these days. As I haven’t moved in a while, I was a bit puzzled.

Then he asked me if I was living in a group home.

Ah, the stigmas of mental illness…

I was gentle with him, as he was about to drill into my face.

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John Powers gets married tomorrow!!!! Off to the wedding early, back late. Might take the camera…

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Finally, here’s a rewrite of the last poem, which I really like; not at all like the recent poems, but I am definitely hearing it in performance right now.

Thanks for the feedback, dead_kitty.

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