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The bathroom counter has been cleaned and all the clutter
Put in the drawers and underneath the sink.
She’s good at organizing and complaining
And wanting to know about all the
Hurt going on in
Others lives
It’s all she wants to talk about
She loves to own their pain and
Apologize for it
Like it came from her prayers
Or she didn’t do enough to help
And she could have made
Things better, somehow.
But one day I’m going to
Be going through the bathroom
Drawers she’s organized and
Clearing out all the toothbrushes
And mirrors and soaps
Like a dog scrounging
Or a tin man looking for a soul
And then maybe all I’ll want
To hear about is everyone’s pain
Or better yet never
have to hear
About it again