I grabbed the water
It dripped and slipped
through fleshy, wrinkled routes
while each finger thought “10 and 2”
as if safe ever meant security
I chewed my cheeks
and wished some stiff bristles
would hug the insides of my teeth
and cleanse my speech long enough to be heard
maybe I’d rather be in the rain
instead of catching it
12-20-18
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