castor on the counter says
all the moisture your curls lose
will return. smoosh in now –
bathroom’s big enough for two.
these tableaus take eons to form,
happen on the off chance
that biology → physiology →
physiognomy → psychology →
glance / swipe burgeons into a
one-bedroom just outside the city,
where a fogged mirror is accepted as
the viscosity of life on a rock,
pools like a kiss dolloped on the
spinal column, a shy rhapsody, or:
do you need to brush your teeth?
puffs a genesis plumed to end
and back, in the way that oil meets
dentifrice tube, for example,
or pathology a smirk.