It must be funny
when you walk into this world
of opposite intentions
Your left; my right
You left.
I simply dissolved
into a lathering thought
coughed up from the esophagus
of the drain for a moment
and was gone
Your right; my left
I left
Hot air rises
exhaust fan revolves
while the mirror collects condensation
that blurred our faces
with watering eyes
you smiled; I cried
I cried
nakedly, you glared
at my shivering bosoms.
The water is hot,
yet the body
so cold
You reached for a white towel for cover.
I felt nothing
of the softness, or the scent
of a freshly pressed cloth,
except the tag attached
to my right toe (your left)
You left
only a number that enunciates
our existence
as we met through the looking glass.
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