the shower sputters to life
drenching me
welcoming
in it's aqueous downpour
destroying
decomposing
the events of the night
the fumes of memory
circle the drain and one
by one
the scents vanish.
soda. exhaust.grass. dirt. smoke.
ambient traces of where I've been
down, down, down
the drain.
the scents-gone forever
the memories-never far.
the shower takes a part of me, a part of
my mind
and soaks it clean with my body
ready to be dirtied or purified:
a clean slate
for tomorrow.
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