Clean

First I clean the nails

digging into the beds

turning them from soft to raw

marvel in the bright red sanitization

which lifts you away in specks

.

The hands are easy

singing the alphabet to myself

until I don’t speak my own language

letting the steam curl up

circling each finger

with gloves of ether

.

White and surgical

moving up to my elbows

a slick haunting of bubbles

popping like bullets

they too are shed into the vortex

.

Here there is porcelain

in my skin

in the sink

and echoes like a prism

climbing out from the mirror

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