When I use floss,
I remember you saying,
"Oh, you're one of those people",
meaning I use too much of it.
And I can't help but smile.
When I watch the schoolboys pedal
their girlfriends around on bicycles,
I remember you picking me up on a Wednesday,
driving me to the mountains to walk my dog
and watch the sun go to sleep.
And when I have nights like last night,
when the toilet is my pillow
and stomach juices scorch my throat,
I think of you putting a washcloth on my forehead
and stroking my hair.
And it's enough to put me back to sleep,
just like that drowsy sun
when we walked my dog in the mountains together
on a Wednesday.