well automatically i
move her toothbrush and forgotten toiletries away.
stash
them
with one dozen stolen hospital soaps
on
the
shelf over the mirror/i dust it with my hand.
out of sight/beyond my mind.
well it was massively important then
to
me
tosee
my ONE toothbrush and the dull razor
standing ALONE in the stains smeared
on
the glass cup
between
the
yellow
taps the water marks and the wandering wood lice.
and/well/now it seems cold to me.
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