Dentistry

A dentist stands over his patient, picking at the man’s teeth with a probe.
My body is white, says the patient.
The dentist says, Hold still- I shouldn’t puncture your cheek.
I’m finding cavities on my body, says the patient.
The dentist says, Your molars look good, kid.
The mirror reflects my body dying, says the patient.
The dentist says, Your enamel is thick and hard.
Heaven sent you, yes? says the patient.
The dentist hands the man his sickle probe and says, Your turn.