Barry Spacks Toothpick I'm smitten by this somewhat-used toothpick, the anteater-exactitude of its curving nose, the slightly upward swagger at the tail and the shaft's planed squareness in between, so it's not just any toothpick anymore, it's mine, it beams a whiff of me like my chunky leather cap my thin-line Kinko's pen the black shirt I'm so pleased to wear I take its levi buttons anywhere, to funerals, the hottub place, because I love my things. Don't you? I mean, love yours? C'mon, confess. |