Be careful; wring it tightly in the tub
and lather. Face the back, those ribs and spine,
like beams that fail to taut a flaccid hide.
And hold the hand when senile tears combine

with ancient folds I crimped in stormy youth
as gurgling creeks impressed upon that veil.
But now, I care for you. If you recall
lost love, some broken vow, the parted trail,

then think of me. In time, you will forget.
         They babble. See a face you’ve never met.

Faris Allahham is a poet and medical student from central Kentucky. His previous work can be found or is to be published in Sink Hollow, Ekstasis, and Laudanum Literary Review. He enjoys reading both poetry and fiction, playing with his cat, and drinking good coffee.

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