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Take one look around before you put your head under and take a sip of the chlorine.

Feel how bad it hurts in your chest and throat and brain,

Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,

and white paper faces with blue lines 

look down to see nothing reflected back 

but searing lights and

Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

I see every single cell of skin, 

There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.

There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.

Must be nasty by now.

I got a very old text message today. 

I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past. 

It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box, 

There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.

Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.