hygiene

hygiene

A Poem by Christine

I find myself

wondering


if the last time

I saw you

will be

the last time

 

I see you

 

naked in the shower,

you hand me soap.


I tell you 

to look away

so I can wash

 

expectations

 

off my skin

and watch them

circle the drain.

 

I fear

they will clog

the pipes

 

(I hope you know a good plumber) 

© 2015 Christine


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Christine
Christine

Boston, MA



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