The dexterity of your handle
is impressed by years of handiwork,
Together, we’ve sculpted masterpieces out of
innumerable strands.
Alone, they seem like nothing
but together, make a whole.
Indigenous to the bathroom counter,
you rarely ever ventured out of
the confines of the home.
Except nights spent in
formal attire.
You were my right hand man
for quick fix-ups in unfamiliar mirrors
when I removed you from your
zippered cell.
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