he couldn't
keep
his hands clean enough,
they were
always
underwater
with a bar of soap,
rubbing,
twisting the fingers
together.
getting under
the nails,
between
the joints, up to
the wrists,
the suds
bubbling under
the hot water.
he washed them all the
time,
as if a surgeon
going in to operate.
i never asked him
what was wrong,
he never told me.
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