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she was sitting in the tub
a grin on the face
took the shaving cream
a mustache
with a pointed beard

he spent the day
on the pavement
figuring out
which foot flexes
which gives way
when the other urges him forward
when to lift the knee
when to stop and crane the neck
see how far the sun
had moved
had lugged its body across
the white sky

I counted the tiles
the ones with green and the
ones with blue
put them together for a
hospital halo
a place to rest the head when
crouched in the tub

you were singing
your
favorite song