Wednesday, April 21, 2010

NaPoWriMo Day #21

I just spent the last 13 hours on a bus with a bunch of ten-year-olds on a field trip. I'm a bit worn out, so I hope this poem makes sense.

Today's prompt was to write about imperfections.

Vision of Imperfection

Sprawled out on the dentist's chair
every imperfection
highlighted
in fluorescent--
snow-capped zits,
bottle-cap glasses.

The dentist finished off the ugly painting
by adding
a mouthful of silver.

Me--
at my ugliest.

Two dental hygenists
with smooth brown skin
free of flaws
rubbed my arms
claiming I was
an American beauty.

by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
April 21, 2010

3 comments:

Cara Holman said...

Oh yes, going to the dentist. That's got to rank right up there with department store dressing rooms, for feeling at one's worst! Well done!

Rallentanda said...

Ha...hilarious.This has to have happened in Asia somewhere!I like your sense of humour Marcie.

M.F. Atkins said...

Yes, it was in Thailand. :)