ON HAVING MY HAIR TOUSLED BY A DENTIST IN BROOKLYN

 

The dentist, having filled my tooth, tousled my hair.

I had not had my hair tousled since—well, in fact,

I couldn’t remember ever having had my hair tousled.

I don’t mean having someone romantically run

her fingers through my hair. That kept happening.

 

I mean the way a grown-up chuckles and does it

to a child. Perhaps I wasn’t the tousling type,

but not everyone would see that on first acquaintance,

and some just like to tousle children’s hair

as they go along on the sidewalk or on buses.

 

Besides, though it’s hard to believe now, I was

a very attractive child, with hair brighter

and fuller, very touslable. Curious that I can’t

remember an uncle, my father, or a family friend

tousling my hair, not even once.

 

So when, as a 27-year-old with many

mature responsibilities, I felt the dentist

tousling my hair, I was puzzled. I’ve never tried

to guess his motive, but it was good to have

a moment of warmth in the dentist chair.

 

teeth 2

 

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