Toothbrush, you deserve a plaque.
Morning (noon when I’m hungover) and night
you’re always there to protect me.

If you had a mouth you’d be one of those legends who’d actually speak up and tell me
when I have something in my teeth.

Remember when you fished out that popcorn kernel that got stuck in one of my molars
at the very start of Avengers: Endgame?
What sweet relief it was to see you back home.

© Carl Burkitt 2020