leaves     We share a little green bottle,
The content of which is cleanser.
I always pressed down hard and
Fast when I wanted cleanser.

There were cleanser spills galore.
Then, she moved the green bottle
To a cradle on the shower wall.
I must press lightly to get

Cleanser. I must be careful.
I get much less cleanser, but
I discovered something else.
A small amount rubbed gently

Goes far.


About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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