Don’t ask me why I was there.
I’m not sure it was right.
Just remember—
Remember with me 
the way she looked under the nozzle, 
the shower blush of her body.
She pulled soap through her hair
to make me sure.
She walked the basin 
to find me sleeping, 
and rattle the glass between us.
I am awake.
My name is Charlie Goodfish.

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