Offline
The hand washing starts while Meredith stands eyes
searching but masked by pints and lipstick
"We could be here a while"

Soap soap soap and the precise movements that
somehow are better than others
Scald these digits alarm clock red red until
the shame of carrying rules for every occasion
the stinging satisfaction of painfully hot water
When it isn't even about disinfecting
Repeat

Repeat
"could be here a while" in this echoey tiled hell


Repeat

"We could be here all night"


Repeat


Repeat again

And again


She hands me a towel when I'm done