Brushing Your Teeth Is Personal
A humorous poem — submitted for The Lark’s poetry competition
I gazed at you from across the cosmos, the vast expanse of a bustling warehouse, feeling reluctant, imagination racing, enthralled by the forthright, orderly, arresting manifestation of you
more esteemed and extolled than the others, unlike any I had formerly known, your refined, upright, pragmatic facade beckoned me to discover what resides and lurks inside your beguiling parcel
unable to look away as I passed, I yearned to know every part of you, what turns you on and off, how you recharge, and wondered what you might’ve thought of me if you could know of my dreams, my wishes
with courage, I finally approached you in a time warp with swirling commotion and quietly perused your instructions, saw that I was destined for no other and incredibly you belonged to me
you wash away the stains from my life, the residue and discoloration, letting spotless brilliance take their place as you deftly oscillate on each tooth, brighten my smile, and electrify my day
My dentist suggested an electric toothbrush to better remove stains from my teeth. I was hesitant, then shopped in vain until finally finding one I adore at Costco. In this poem, I wanted to make fun of myself for being thrilled with my toothbrush purchase.
Thank you, Denise Larkin, for hosting The Lark’s poetry competition.
