It’s Moving

A short, explicit poem from today’s adventure in the shower:

Head bowed in a glistening trance as the water spills a dance—smooth washed, coat of white picket fence paint drying on cold marble—the tap dance, the singing—a long-legged bug on the shower wall—holy shit.

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