Worn Bristles.

He doesn't rarely look me in the eye
the eye and as he hides
behind the curtain
brushing his
teeth

his teeth
still brushing his
teeth

for twenty minutes
that become
an hour of shuffling sounds
behind the yellow curtain
at the hotel

brushing still
brushing
with worn bristles
his teeth and
tapping the window

the window at the world
through the glass.

He keeps brushing his teeth.