Revelation in the Bathroom For Aliens

Washing my hands at work in the bathroom for aliens,
I see myself in the mirror and smile and want
to laugh and embrace that woman with the webs around her eyes.

I call her Joy. I call her Elation. I call her
she who combs through your hair at work, as your head
falls balling between the keyboard and mouse.

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