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Room of One’s Own

My toothbrush recently got new napkins to lie on. It was so exciting I decided to repost this Red Room blog.

Everyone needs a room of one’s own.

Especially my toothbrush.

Lying on its back on a brown paper napkin suited for naps, it tries to slumber. Tossing and turning, it tries to sleep after I’ve said, “Good night, sleep tight, sleep well, and happy dreams.” It tries to get some shut-eye amidst Toothpaste’s chatter. Tries to get at least forty winks amidst Dental Floss’ clatter.

Toothpaste wants to spread spearmint cheer throughout the land while Dental Floss wants to tie the knot, tightrope walk, and string us along. They clamor to open the portal to the sink and think outside the wooden box.

Toothbrush wants to give them the brush off. All it wants is a good night’s sleep. It stares at the ceiling. It counts teeth.



I am a rather obscure 14th C. poet, whose work has been translated into over thirty dialects of gibberish. I now spend my days translating from the gibberish into English and back again, as need be.

2 thoughts on “Room of One’s Own

  1. The Dental Association should give you a spit cup trophy to join the paste, brush, floss display, winning for best in producing dazzling smiles (from unnamed brand) with your blog.


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