colgate and crest

after dinner i'd brushed my teeth but the oil was still on my lips, languid. i giggled because i was drunk and you took a picture covered by hands, colorless and warm inside between my front and back. i was the space heater and the open window and you were ignoring the laundry, the courteous knocks on the door, how the fraying blanket was draping the floor. you wore yourself against me and i don't remember what i wore.