Stepping from the
shower
and
hair dripping.
Wet.
See the corner?
Of the counter?
See the sharp corner?
If I
flip
my head
down
will I
possibly
hit myself on
the corner?
Of the counter?
I stand there a moment.
Longer.
Wondering.
Pondering, no less.
I turn to the right
and...
hair wrapped.

- Tom Waits Lyrics

Arctic Monkeys Lyrics
Dancing Shoes Lyrics

I deleted her blogs.
And
I deleted her photos.
And
I tore up her notebooks.

I deleted her writings.
I deleted her
(received)
text messages.
I deleted her
(sent)
text messages.

I deleted as much as I was able to;
in the 45 minutes she left me alone.

And then she came back.
And I deleted the cache.
And I deleted the
browsing history.
And I wonder when she will notice.