Shower
I shower at night.
The day is over after my shower.
The laundry never got done.
Neither did the dishes.
But still, I’m done.
I wash myself a few times.
As if that will make me feel better.
The bed is angry and waiting for me.
The bed I never made.
The blankets still tangled from last night’s turning.
The day is over.
The shower is over.
I am numb with exhaustion.
From that shower.
I shower at night.
That’s my routine.
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