A toothbrush

A toothbrush thrown

Over the top

Of an apartment

Tells the story

Of the end

Of a love

Better than this

Poem could ever.

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The toothbrush twists

In the air

In ways which dentists would not recommend

But have nonetheless wondered about

And probably tested

Because there it goes

Moving unperturbed

As though it were always meant to be there

With its green gelpads

And its yellow bristles

A testament to

What it is

To be alive

In a Universe that isn’t –

To fly

Only to fall

Later.

Does it hit someone?

Does it drop in their mouth?

There is no sound.

–

Did it land at all?