I squeeze an inch onto my fingertip
the fat albino grub
transforms
with a little patience
into a palmful of foam
under the faucet’s trickle
then fingertips to cheeks,
swirl and spread,
silky as avocado on the skin
a moment to breathe,
to cleanse myself of the day
a warm cloth
carries away
any particle of discontent
rendering face and soul
cleansed, calmed,
welcoming sleep
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