into her coming out of the shower,
soaking wet,
her hair
matted
on her head,
her make up washed
away,
her glasses on,
and a towel
wrapped around her
bones
and flesh
where a shiny black
dress
once hung.
oh, excuse me, i said.
do i know you?
not yet,
she said.
almost, but not yet.
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