Beware of Blueberries

My dentist introduced me as

the “girl who does not floss enough”

to his patient with hazel green eyes.

Before I could open my mouth to let out a “Hello,”

I felt as though my first impression was already smattered with plaque.

Hazel Green Eyes and I

were about eighteen inches away from each other,

which is right around how much string

of wax filament is suggested

to properly reach the places bristled brushes won’t.

He was then introduced as

the “boy with weaker enamel than the average human.”

We smiled and our teeth opened the doors of our mouths

to see just who this dental-degree holder was talking about.

I came to the rescue of the awkward divulgement and said,

“I can’t tell that you have weaker enamel than the average human.”

He replied, “I can tell that you had blueberries for breakfast.”