Brush my teeth
by fridge light & wonder
if the Minotaur
really deserved all the bile & scorn
just doing work
they didn't care for- born
to live a lonesome gig
out in the marble & the fog
maybe
they craved the life of an architect
maybe they wanted to be a watchmaker
maybe maybe maybe
maybe they just wanted to
be able to just fly
something
anything
to bring a silk of joy
to their fading crown of laurels and nothing and
all of this
flashed to their sad doe eyes as
they felt Theseus
plunge polished silver
into their humors and as
the life left them
they looked up
to see the joy
on the face
of the kid
on the wax wings
glide
out along the horizon
& they laughed
one dream
got to bloom
from the soot
and dead dead heart
of the endless night
Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a poet & soft spoken southern transplant living in a mountain's shadow in Utah. In an eternal quest to be the host in constant disbelief in an infomercial. Nb, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty. Found on Twitter @clem_flowers