Side by side
we scrub our incisors
Staring at our live
portrait in the bathroom
mirror
You spend extra time
on the left molars
tilting your head
with delight
And then the right side
I’m doing laps
with the bristles
front, side, side,
open wide for the
tops of the teeth
but I want to watch
you, want to learn
how you learned
your way
Your polishing slows,
you swish
I’m already rinsing
my brush
the daily adventures of our hopes and desperation. usually ends up in a poem. like this one. beautiful.
Daily adventures, indeed. 🙂