a blur:

there is a counter full of things-
of colognes and hair products,
a curiously placed CD and a tightly rolled dollar bill,
spare change in one soap holder
and a brown-speckled bar in the other;
a small collection of bandannas
and a few looming hats -
a set chaos of life,
transient and omniscient
in every Cell -

and in the middle of the chaos,
in a small cup,
there are two spazzolini de denti
leaning comfortably together in congruity,

and for the first time in my life
one is mine.