Elizabeth Bishop

"In the Waiting Room" - something I can relate to again, with just a long succession of unsettling imagery: a dentist office, the dead man in the National Geographic ("long pig" being a euphemism for a cannibal's treat), pain, war, and the painful recognition of the conflict of your individuality with womanhood or even general humanity.  We are not just ourselves, but we are everyone else as well - for good or bad. 
A dentist office is just the worst setting I can imagine for a poem, putting anyone's "teeth on edge."  The familiarity and adventure in National Geographic are made eerie with the dead man - and then the yelp creates a confusion of Self with Other.  It was very unsettling ... but in a good way!