notes before, and after, a shower
I never look at my watch, to
tell the time at least. And yet I'm always at a loss when it's off my wrist.
For the lack of an option
for time keeping, perhaps; perhaps, more so, for the loss of a comfort that I
normally experience day to day,
having lost something by
which I can categorize my life, in hours, in minutes.
Something I can count on.
