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Holy Ambivalence
light drips through a skylight, like
the last dredges of syrup out of a bottle, golden
drops of sun pooling on the bathroom floor, warming
linoleum, so I turn off the lights with a silent little click and watch
the clouds drift across my tile floor,
little grey ghosts, and it’s one of those skinny bathrooms,
shower toilet sink towel door
with tarnished golden hinges and a fake crystal doorknob,
an awkward space between the seat and toilet paper but
I cry here,
scrubbed secrets away here,
I put out my hand under the skylight
grimy dirty shaking
I wish life were a syrup bottle, full of gold
I watch little grey ghosts drift across the bathroom floor.
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