The water is more than murky at my feet.
A razor strips away unknown layers
My tan fades quickly
Shock!
A vision in the mirror.
Bewildered. askew. The weeks without a reflection have melted my features
They sit lopsided on my face.
The water struggles to penetrate the mass of waxy hair atop my head
Suds. Rinse. Suds. Rinse. Suds, Rinse?
At last I emerge anew, swaddled in a luxury I’d forgotten
Reveling in the delicious sweetness of remembrance
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