AFTER A NIGHT OF USELESS PASSION
I BRUSH MY TEETH WITH MY ORAL B
SWEEPING AWAY THE AFTERTASTE OF HIS BREATH.
I SCRUB DESPERATELY
HARDER AND MORE QUICKLY TO CLEAN ENAMEL.
I WISH I WASN'T REACTING THIS WAY.
I WISH I WAS GENTLY CLEANSING,
PERFECTING MY PEARLS FOR THE MAN I LOVE,
SWEETENING MY BREATH FOR HIS ATTENDANCE.
INSTEAD, I SCRUB HARSHLY FOR REGRET AND I DREAM OF SCRUBBING SOFTLY
HOPING TO SEE THE RIGHT REFLECTION BEHIND ME IN THE MIRROR.