Graceful failure

Sister, you are so dirty

ashed, afflicted with umwelt, I

even noticed some touching

Sister, you wash such things off.

Your bathroom, your shower, I have been there now

sweeping the curtain aside

all the dead heroes you heaped there, I

pushed my thumbs in them and

pushed my lung-air in them

to live them

but I lived them poorly.

For a while now

I will fall back;

just be the curtain,

be suspension,

arbitrament.