Daisies pushing through concrete: an image that could be analogous of wisdom teeth pushing up through jaw bone and thick gum.
But this is a cliched image of hope. New York sidewalks, the tenacity and resilience of fragile hope.
And therefore it’s a failed metaphor; because wisdom teeth are the antithesis of hope. Like bamboo clusters shooting out of granite, digging octopi roots and sprouting giant trunks, wisdom teeth remind me somewhat of the stories I’ve heard of Japanese torture.
And you need equally original (do I mean archaic?) tools to extract such fast growing and destructive abominations of biology.
But who cares about the sensation of having bone and live nerves ripped from your gums when at. least. they’re. gone. now.
So after three agonising days of no sleep and full on baby tears, I finally find myself with two crudely sewn canyons at the back of my mouth. Thank god for injectable pain killers. What more can I say?
Thank god. Thank modern medicine.