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,



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