The shower is a place for the condensation of time,
In which I precipitate memory of the period between my last shower.
Whole conversations are had, out-loud but in a whisper voice
So that nobody knows I'm crazy.
Sometimes I worry that maybe I'm talking regular-loud,
And they know, but are too polite to say anything.
I wonder about those conversations too.
They always seem to be in the future,
Future Conversations.
Rehearsals for the next few days.
I don't shower everyday,
It would be far less interesting in there.
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