Surrogate - Spring Silver

The dentist asks me questions

With all their gear inside my mouth

Cuz they know if I respond

I’ll get scraped and I cannot swallow

My eagerness to please

And keep my jaw agape

My surrogate wouldn’t care either way

She’s got thick, thick hide

She likes some gear in her bite

I first found her on 495

On the shoulder, there she lay

Her chest had ‘firestone' engraved

I knelt to check for a pulse in her wrist

Only to be met with a straight barbell

That wet the back of my neck

As she put her jaw around my throat for a kiss

«Is this how one makes friends?» I ask myself

(I don’t know)

The couple on the floor below

Skirmish verbally

They do this constantly

It’s 1 am and I cannot swallow my eagerness to please

And tell them to let me sleep

When the wife eventually peels out

Like a wagon in mud

Her Geo Metro leaving behind an acrid cloud of dust

My surrogate crawls down the steps

To ask the husband what’s up

So she’s fawning in the foyer

Then she’s fawning on the memory foam

Then I hear the new couple on the floor below me

Their reverberating moans

When the night is spent

My surrogate comes back

She tells me how it went

And we exchange a laugh

‘Just don’t forget who

Took you off the side of 495' I tease

She playfully flashes her barbell at me