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For the First Time in Years
by Josh Rathkamp
She reached in
to the second drawer down,
the one beneath her socks,
the one that held everything:
Nyquil, allergy pills,
a bag of spare toothbrushes,
and in her hand she offered a green one to me,
led me down the hallway,
showed me
the toothpaste behind the bathroom mirror,
the shelf
above the toilet,
the place to leave it
in case I needed it again.
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