"One morning
I stepped out of the shower
and towelled myself off
and trimmed my nose hairs
and plucked my back hairs
and cossetted my navel.
And I heard from some untapped nook in the world
a boy giggling.
And I wrapped my torso with a towel.
And searched for the giggling boy.
Under the bed.
In the bath.
Up in the vent.
The boy giggled still, tucked away in his safe little nook, nowhere to be found.
Oh how I'd wished
I'd found that little boy."
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