Bri and I are also great at odors.
Neither of us has “officially” showered
in a few months. The water’s been turned off
for 90 days.  

I washed myself in the Pronto Market bathroom
yesterday. Pants at the ankles, balls draped
over the ledge of the sink, towels at the ready,
stolen bar soap, hot water.  

I close the ceremony with a couple
of those disinfectant wet naps people use
to wipe down their carts, which stings a bit.
And this makes me feel like a success.  

In some very small way I can’t afford. Like,
good coffee.