Monday Morning Shower

I envy the spider hiding  
in the corner of the shower  
trying to stay dry,  

I wonder if it saw me  
through the steam,  
waning under the water,  
keeping myself warm  
while scratching dead skin  
with an old sponge,  
letting myself congeal 
into a thick paste, desperately  
trying to remove the marks I made.  

Did it see the parts of me  
being washed down the drain?  

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