A Comforting Thought Happened

Strangeness dislodged itself long before the seven year itch.
Somewhere, in the growing years, between {slipping} into bed
Separately, and {standing} naked in the morning mirror of truth,
We were brushing our teeth, taking turns to spit in the sink.
Usually one twist of cold water dissolved our paste &saliva union.
But some grit &specks remained in the basin. Not a me, but a we.


for NaPoWriMo


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