When you're cold,
take a bath.
Let the white foam cover the dirt
left behind your fingernails from yesterday.
The bare truth is always harder,
but hot water can fool the pain.
Pour yourself some wine,
the cheap stuff that tastes like ashes.
Leave the empty bottle by the door,
where it will mix with the ash from your cigarettes.
Turn on the radio.
Something between jazz and crying.
Pleasantly shitty, like the memory of someone..,
who broke your ribs laughing
and then disappeared.
You sit in the water,
that's cooling down so fast
that your body can't even warm it up.
You close your eyes,
wondering if someone is going to stroke you,
or at least rinse you off,
as the whole tub turns into a river of time.