Suds

Exquisite;
they float away
down the sink
down the drain.
Gurgle.
Swallow, dry.

Reflection in the mirror
(To God or To Yourself):
God, I remember you,
I can’t forget you
And I can’t escape you.

I wish I could swallow
you, dry, and
beat this image from my mind;
and I rub suds deeper into
my pores
and I weep oil free lotion
and I weep tap water
and I weep

and I take a towel
and wipe it away.

I wish I could swallow you,
dry,
and gurgle
and gurgle
and gurgle.

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