I search the grout in the shower tiles for answers about old age. A calcified showerhead rains tepid absolution across me. Years of beating myself into health are beginning to wear at my cracks and seams. I'm disconnected from everything but the water sluicing off me and into the drain. Wash me away with the soap and the mold.
10:27 a.m. - 2016-11-07
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