POEM 003/100

Warm spray of the shower

runs down my cheeks

half an hour dissipates like steam

and the memory of my cousin —

 

Ice cold water from a garden hose

nozzle pressed to my forehead

until tears run

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One Response to POEM 003/100

  1. mrdapper says:

    My dad asked, “Why do you play with him?”

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