Faucet's turned on but wait
I've gotta take out my bobby pins
Finger and thumb tug on the first
as I watch my reflection in the mirror
A bunch of missed classes and a tambourine
fall to the floor followed by some anger
Next fall the witch-shadows from my bedroom
and a shower of tiny dried purple flowers
After the fourth I start using my foot
to nudge everything off the braided rag rug
Around the eighth I start wondering
how many are left and turn off the water
You're in there, of course, clinging to
the tenth and I have half-expected this
although I am surprised by how light
everything is with you gone fallen
forgotten away like angel wings
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