I shower in my bathroom circles
bitches
the sweating tiredness entripada lluiva
the sun stressed suitcase deodorant
the truck pileup.
I wash the cloth in the year of the bathroom, with icebergs
sulfur fire,
in feathered hair.
give my ignorance,
because I feared my willingness to sacrifice
a glass full of pebbles red dots.
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