aubade

love, our bathroom

shower scum
we made together
toilet rim wiped clean
or not wiped clean

we are molecular in here

hair wrought from our temples
the creams their promises
mirror specked with
what floss flung out

above the collected tissues

misshapen balled
full of snot & blood
morning indicates again
our practice

i drop the boxers
sniff an armpit
& wait for you

you shuffle in
first, your morning piss
then steam opening our pores

designed like this, love,
we can surely go on
getting dirty / getting clean

–KEVIN SIMMONDS

Kevin Simmonds is based in San Francisco and his books include Mad for Meat, Collective Brightness: LGBTIQ Poets on Faith, Religion & Spirituality and Ota Benga Under My Mother’s Roof.