routines

At the Dollar Store
I got a new shower curtain
to replace the one
that was getting moldy
which was weird
because
it was brand new
just last week

I'm in this store a lot,
thinking about how to replace things
that were momentarily useful;
Like your chewed up toothbrush
that dripped a puddle of scum
on my counter
or your charcoal soap
that I couldn't
stand the smell of

Through the old opaque curtain
I tried to pretend
there was a clear delineation
of where I started fresh
and your shit ended
but it became difficult
through the steam
obscuring my view

No matter how hard I scrubbed
I forced myself
to hear the metal ball bearings
on the rings scrape above me
as I pulled back the plastic facade
to join the dirty world again