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Yay Words! 
not waiting
for another stain
on the bathroom floor
you say you think
you moved in too soon
brushing teeth…
the many chores to be done
to get through my day
a texted photo from home
while I’m on the road —
shadows never part
there’s a tennis ball in the backyard when you come to get your mail. there isn’t anything for you because I throw away everything with your name on it. when I burp it tastes like roma tomatoes. I stand on the deck wondering if the neighbors can see me. the tennis ball is covered in mud. I don’t know whose it is. why is it here? what does it mean? you say it must be the dog’s. the dog doesn’t care, even though you whistle. she runs from you and pees in a pile of leaves.
soap bubbles –
an empty wine glass
on the windowsill
taking turns
at the sink
watching
each other’s toes
Toothbrush Dreams
the last color before she sleeps. slips from her hand. into a cup. the pastel. taste. of Spring. lingers. she settles. into a pillow. mint dreams. rising. from a toothpaste kiss. the sheets. as cool. as her mouth. she drifts. warm. into the taste. of Spring. tonight. again.
midnight mint
I watch a taste of Spring
drift into sleep
six months gone by
message from the dentist
on the machine
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
morning coolness …
five more minutes watching
you sleep
Teethbrush in a hot tub.
Morning’s oddity.
twilight —
she tells me she has
a spare toothbrush
even after
an argument
we had both forgotten about
the morning taste
of crisp rain
*
after an empty night
she wakes up
to lies
spilling from
his minty breath
he pushes away
the approaching toothbrush
late sunset fading
[…] I Doodle, You Ku #27 […]
brushing
the teeth of darkness…
first light
moving in a minty kiss
Different in color
so I don’t use the wrong brush —
separate but one.