Now to Work

May 20, 2002

I took a shower in the dark
As the sun slept
I sang along silently to the songs
Inside my head

I shampooed and rinsed
And washed a thousand parts
Some twice

The warm water hit my head
And ran down my legs
Scrambling for the drain

I hate the shiver that greets me
When I step out of the shower
It loves me

I toweled myself off
And turned to preening
A stick, a swab, a brush

It felt nice to be back in clothes
To smell nice
To have hair combed

Now to work

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