It is the end of the world
as I talk with the spirits who
haunt my bathtub.
They make pretty lights
in the water
as I try to
cleanse myself
of last night’s sin.
I step out
to dry myself off,
but it seems
I can’t touch
the towel.
Flesh to ghost,
have I been

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