Violin Toothbrush
When I brush my teeth
I’m playing the violin
As I bring the strings across the neck
I’m flossing with chagrin
because my audience is one
and soon my concert will be done
But for that minute or so
My posture’s erect
My brush is the bow
My smile reflects brightly
But will the dentist know
(That this entire time)
I’ve been playing staccato?
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 7, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.