Friday, October 1, 2010

Wisdom of a Japanese Shower Towel

I don’t know that you love me

I don’t know that you’ll call

All I know is…

I’m scrubbing with my Japanese shower towel.


It’s made out of nylon

There are grooves all over it

And it smoothes and soothes

And takes out the dead in it.


I’m scrubbing hard in places I didn’t know I had.

Places with dead and sad.

I’m loving and caring now

With my Japanese Shower towel


And who would miss me?

With all those fun things to do

And all those interesting people to meet

I wouldn’t miss me, Why should you?


I scrub my face till its soft

My shoulders my back and my toes

And that place you like to go?

Well, If only I could reach far enough…


And I don’t know that you love me

And I don’t know that you’ll call

Only I’m scrubbing happily

With my Japanese shower towel


If only I could scrub my heart with my towel

It’s not cracked or broken

Just hollowed out

Like a jack –o’- lantern


And I don’t know that you love me

I don’t know that you’ll call.


All I know is…



How soft and tender my inner thighs are.

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