He dreams of her dropping
a bar of soap while showering
at his place, with him, that
as she would bend over
to pick it up, he could
slip into her,
like he says, captured
by his dreaming. But
who uses bars of soap
these days? Does he even
have any in his own
bathroom?
Perhaps he does,
and just slipped on
one and hit his head,
and lays there, on
the shower floor,
with a concussion.
06.06-16.07.2024
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