Between inanimate objects

Love Letter from the Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire
by Sarah Kay

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life!
That you would drag me through the mud.
They said that you would tread all over me,
That they could see right through you,
That you were full of hot air.

That I would always be chasing,
always watching you,
chase after sleeker models
that would be a vicious cycle.

But I know better.
I know about your rough edges
and I have seen your perfect curves.
I will fit into whatever spaces you let me
If loving you means getting dirty,
then bring on the grime!
I will leave this porcelain home behind
I'm used to twice-a-day relationships
But with you
I'd take all the time!

And I know we live in different worlds,
and we're always really busy
But in my dreams
you spin around me so fast
I always wake up dizzy

So maybe one day,
you'll grow tired of the road
and roll on back to me
And when I blink my eyes into morning,
Your smile,
Will be the only one I see.