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"I'll be damned," i said. the poor bastard. doesn't he realize what he's doing. he left the floor towel on the floor again. not on the pole above the shower. to dry. doesn't he realize what he's doing? all of the fungus that's going to grow on that. all of the disease that will all but inevitably end up on my body.
i threw it on top of the pole and walked out.
where was he coming from? where was i going? where ever the smoke that rolled off of my tongue led me. i was headed down the opposite direction on a one way road. the scraping of tile, fragments of the past collecting and growing. the mazes left in the myriads of toil.
why was i leaving that one spot at the very moment that he was coming. to the area where the faint sound of rolling that is a missed mark.
i grabbed three for my associates. one for myself, whom i could barely call an associate.
in a space with three other people, i imagined i was all alone. i watched the numbers roll to the alarming sound of delay. "what could be taking so long."
i threw it on top of the pole and walked out.
where was he coming from? where was i going? where ever the smoke that rolled off of my tongue led me. i was headed down the opposite direction on a one way road. the scraping of tile, fragments of the past collecting and growing. the mazes left in the myriads of toil.
why was i leaving that one spot at the very moment that he was coming. to the area where the faint sound of rolling that is a missed mark.
i grabbed three for my associates. one for myself, whom i could barely call an associate.
in a space with three other people, i imagined i was all alone. i watched the numbers roll to the alarming sound of delay. "what could be taking so long."