all showered


all showered

 

slipped through her

on the way down

to the tub – pulling,

drain pulling,

 

stuck. torn-hair,

frozen calcium nails,

parts missing, disposed of,

exchanged.

 

the skin peels apart separation,

revealing fresh wounds.

this dialogue singular –

for piecing together a new arrangement

 

of living. we living

hiding covering,

creeping around a past that

will not converge with a now.

 

somewhere in-between the laces of

old shoes lie the scars of days

spent traveling away.

who knew away would become here.

 

in this place,

from down this low

among scattered tangles

I wonder how closeness can be mixed with distance,

 

how your touch can warm and chill

like the dirty water I spend

combing with a brush I wish you’d

hold.