“Shower”

naked as the day

i came from

my mother’s womb

i stand beneath

the fount of warm water

cascading luxuriously

over my despondent,

half-live body,

not quite sure

how i talked myself

into this,

and i get on with

the soaping

and the rinsing

and all the trappings

of this little ritual

of rebirth,

a private baptism

of my own making

that i undergo

only infrequently

in this state of mind

and i finish up

with the notion

that somehow the day

wasn’t a total loss

after all

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