it doesn't feel
like a new year,
i tell her, from
the shower, i've
got a new bar of
soap and i'm sudsy
and warm, scrubbing
off last night's
new years eve
debris. what? she
says, she's standing
at the sink brushing
her teeth. what
do you think the
new year should feel
like, she gargles
and spits, and
pulls her hair
back to look at
her face and pluck
at any eyebrow.
i don't know,
i tell her,
pulling the shower
curtain open. i just
thought it would be
different, that's
all. whatever, she
says, hurry, i'm
starving. i need
food, or i'm going
to be cranky. nothing
changes, i tell
her, rinsing in
the hot steamy flow
of this year's water.
nothing changes.
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