Soft blue square beyond the heavy door, my father's back Ten paces away. the Dentist told me to open my legs. the Dentist whose fingers pressed my soft pink gums probed the ridges of my mouth’s mountains Mined the farthest canyon, broke the skin. I bled. Open your legs for me. turn around dad. Open the blue window I want to say I didn’t. That I yelled. Slapped him. Rose from the river That breaks the soil, a scarlet poppy. But those hands gripped my thighs, mottled blue black eggs on the river bank. Left ten red crescent moons to wane.