Wednesday, April 25, 2018

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He spit out broken teeth
Over a kitchen table:
                                  A lapse in depth perception
                              As he chased the falling ladle.

He ran his tongue across the
Remainders, up to the dripping gum.
He calculated three teeth lost
                        And head-shook, 
                                                    “Done is done.”

He wiped the white shards into his hand,
Excused himself (bowing quickly),
Threw them into the bathroom can,
Then looked to the lit mirror, sickly:

                                                                 “Oh, ssser you are,” 
                                                               he said to himself,
As he spit some red down the drain.
                               “We could have let that ladle fall,
                                  But had to go chasing—Again.”

As he drove himself to the hospital,
The rear-view glass caught him staring
            And shot back, 
                                                “It's not so bad to chase,
                                             We just need to start off 
                                                             by preparing.”

So he woke up from the surgery.
The doctor was smiling softly,
               “Here's a hand-mirror; care to see?”

                                                         “Myself? Not yet. 
                                                            I feel awfully—”

                               Doc laid down the glass, 
                                            “Of course,”
And left. Then the man took hold of the thing:
                                                                           “Firtht, 
                                                                                imagine 
                                                                     what you will thhhee,” 
 he whispered,
And steadied his gaze 
                       like a king.

4 comments:

  1. Ah, I gummed the pun of the title for a while before I got it…. I have a hard time with mouth injuries (and the dentist, which makes appointments fun) so it was stomach-turning, but I did really enjoy how the dialogue was affected in this poem. The consequences of a risk unplanned for are major, but the speaker just brushes it off and is very independent in taking care of themself. I wonder if I could hold it together that well, or if I could steel myself to adjust to such a major change with as much nobility. I’d like to think I’m pragmatic, but I do rely on my circle of friends and family, and couldn’t excuse myself from their gaze as well. Has the speaker detached himself from his image (the “we”) in order to make it easier to cope? That’s a thing that happens a lot with body image and confidence--you are not your body, or your thoughts, etc.

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  2. This poem is one of the most humorous poems on the entire blog for me personally. The way in which the entire antecedent situation appears to be a simple accident in a kitchen, in which someone decided to dive after a falling ladle, only to suffer a tragic accident is a departure from many poems which are based around serious situations, such as the reality of life and death or romance. This departure from expectations makes the poem feel much more unique and genuine, as the mundane nature of the poem’s story makes it feel much more personal and relatable than a poem centered around a cliche and worn out poetic trope. The way in which the speaker’s situation is conveyed is also amusing, as there is a mix of the speaker’s actions in the wake of the accident, as well as humorous quotes from the speaker which capture the immediate impact of the accident, with the somewhat trivial and humorous effect on his speech mirroring the lighthearted nature of the accident which has just taken place. The ending note of the poem is interesting, as it captures that feeling of attempting to remain stoic in the face of something which clearly has great emotional impact associated with it.

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  3. The collage attached to this poem first drew me in as it pictures a girl with a wound on the corner of her eye, a cut that looks fresh as it is red and the corner of her eyes are wet, indicating that it has not been too long since she last cried. The visual reminded me of how I felt – scared, nervous, not knowing what to expect – when I broke my tooth as a little kid. As I read through, I immediately thought back to the time when I chipped a part of my tooth that ultimately became the first one I “pulled” out. Like the man who accidentally broke his teeth while trying to catch a falling ladle in the kitchen, I also broke my tooth while trying to pick up a fork that I had dropped on the floor but collided teeth first with a cabinet drawer as I lifted my head, chipping my tooth in the process. In the poem, the incident is depicted vividly, with the man dealing with immediate consequences – spitting out broken teeth, feeling emotions of regret and sorrow, as well as reflecting on his actions. I related to his emotions because when I broke my tooth, I felt horror and regret for picking up my fork near the cabinet in the first place as well as lifting my head. I regretted not thinking about my surroundings and till this day, I have not let the incident go for my “stupidity,” or in other words, my clumsiness. The poem also talked about how the man contemplates the idea of letting troubles or situations happen instead of always trying to prevent minor accidents. I related to his thoughts because I often feel this way when I obsess over the smallest things – it’s just my nature. I also resonated with his worrying about self-image because I remember obsessing over how I looked with my chipped tooth and how I was going to look in school with my front tooth missing as an elementary school student. When I read the sentence where the man looks at himself in the mirror and confronts his reality, I reflected back on so many times throughout my life where I have examined how I look and feel, both physically and mentally, and how I have stared at my reflection looking back at me thinking of events ahead. It made me think about how important self-perception and acceptance are and that learning from mistakes is crucial to navigate life and to think ahead.

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