Nothing was likely to happen so
I spoke at great length about
The joys of brushing one’s teeth
Until in the middle of elaborating on
The features of a past toothbrush
You dozed and confirmed that
Nothing was going to happen so
I continued offering thoughts
To the room and the dogs
Even after you twitched as you do
Every night signaling sleep
              Since nothing had happened
And nothing was going to happen
I turned off the light
              and
Having failed to sufficiently talk myself
To sleep slid from the sheets
And stood before the bathroom mirror
Flossing and brushing until my eyes
were heavy with domestic bliss