disquietingmuses

"Bunch" Copyright 2000 Dancing Bear

Cleaning

i throw out the toothpaste.
it's such a dreary picture: dull
razorblades and the half-empty
tube in the trash can.
no matter how much i wipe,
the mirror remains blind to changes
and stubbornly shows your face
next to mine.
your little hairs still refuse
to disappear down the drain:
i'll save the water for
drowning your fingerprints.
it's always the same:
the washing machine sings
sad songs, the tiles mock me
with their whiteness, still betraying
every step you took.

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