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August 16, 2007
Dr. Hatchett shows me
the four square holes
he has spent the last hour and a half
cutting into three of my back bottom left molars.
The fillings can't be tooth-colored
for some reason.

I leave too early for work,
so I stop and have lunch,
albeit with some difficulty,
and run some errands I've been putting off.
About a quarter mile
from where I work,
the creek that normally flows under the bridge
has washed it out,
and flooded the parking lot.
Cars are floating,
bumping into
and being piled on top of
one another.

No work today.