Your toothbrush is your anchor.
Keeping your ship,
proud and clean even in unknown waters,
like this apartment you hate
for its fickle temperature
on the narrow street
where I can never park.
Or maybe it's a flag.
Standing tall in a cartoon character cup,
marking this sink as your own.
displayed proudly before mine,
itself a visitor with hopes
of one day making this sink its home.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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