bathroom thoughts
a
break from reality
in time and space
made company by the sound of rushing water
day old coffee beans
and the whir of the fan above me.
This could be anywhere, yet it is
here.
The wastebasket is overflowing
and my hands feel like chalk
even though I washed them
only an hour ago.
As I rinse them once more,
the small paper cut stings
and I suddenly
remember, I may have just used
hand sanitizer.
Mermaid Musings 