It's a training match, we rehearse,
reimburse our future selves
when we leave toilet paper
we don't need
on the shelves.

Tomorrow we will do it all again.
Brush your teeth,
wash your mouth.
Until that's the only thing you feel.

You're not thinking, you've stopped blinking.
I see you seethe when you are stopped
from brushing teeth.

I lack the basics, lack the practice,
lack that and I lack this. I even googled
how to rhyme and came out on crab cactus.

I feel void, for nill, as if I might be also lacking.