Separate spigots.
Chain and stopper.
Light switch in the hall.
Reflection in a compact won't do.
I take the liberty to hang a mirror
near the jamb, pull my hairdryer cord
indulgently under the door.
Life can be too clean; I apply war paint,
mess with your modest towels,
bestow Cherokee mementos.
Lipstick graffiti.
Voodoo.
I dead man's float in your tub;
leave my soap on the edge.
Feathers on your floor.
tk/April 2014
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