Crumble

I crumble like 

Blue cheese, into uneven chunks

Onto used mattress.

An hour into 

Counting the darkness above my 

Toes I remember the

Japanese word for

Clean

And I undress, 

Lifting myself off the coat rack and

Piling into the sink full of steam,

Skin pink with the boil. 

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