He lists sloth

as a virtue not unlike the recuperative

power

 

of a good night's sleep

instead of make-up drying wet eyes,

I try to hide

 

the sound of a runny nose

as if

I should be happy

 

he turns up

the warmth of his skin

never cooling this bed

 

when I've already washed

the sheets, 

left

 

the windows open and sunk

my head

under water

 

I soaped the scum

from complacency

until my hands were raw.

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