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Mourning Shower

by Rich Glinnen


 
​​Looking down at the
Seal skin
Bath water
Left behind by my
Girlfriend:

There’s lines
Between
The suds
And, upon a closer look,
I see millions
Of little hairs
From every part of her--

Corpses strewn amok
A watery grave. And
Then I go in

Souls of the
Fallen follicles
Form as steam
Around me,
Greeting me

Rain falls
From the
Showerhead,
Mixes with
The prickly pool,
Rich with genocide

Distant car
Horn barks
Seep into the
Mist as a
Groaning
Organ

And the black mold
Dotting the ceiling
Are multitudes
Of round widows,
Distraught,
Sweating tears
Of condensation
From the balcony.

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Rich Glinnen is a market researcher by day and a writer by night. He enjoys bowling, and drinking red wine with his cats, Hayes, Cleo, and Gizzy, at his home in Bayside, NY. His poesy can be read in the Lakewood House Organ, edited and published by the late Kenneth Warren, here , here, and here . His girlfriend calls him Taco.