noah, i still

noah, i still
remember brushing
your three-year-old
teeth, at a time when every
minty-sweet flavor
was meant
to be tasted,
swallowed, and
happiness belonged
so naturally
in the bathroom
where water
ran intoxicatingly
with your laughter
.
20100706:2216
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