Water Moccasins
no snakes, but my feet are wet and untied
cheap ruined leather or suede I abuse
a bathroom mirror, streaked with secretions
my body is becoming but all bodies have
flaws.
what would be different if I never met you before:
I think I would be wearing a red shirt right now
bathroom mirror, my premature beard
light wispy and I decide definitely a red
shirt.
how did you lead me here
how did you fool me into washing my face
burying my face into my tap-watered hands
smiling while mellow rock reverberates behind the
door?
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