ashtray

   

they both know it's a joke the
skin how he can't forget it the it's
all been said before he can't
remember it her crawling out
from underneath him the soft
morning footsteps trying not to
wake him her dressing quietly
sitting at the kitchen table
drinking coffee smoking until he
realizes she is gone gets up
wanders into the kitchen stops
short when he sees her asks who
are you and laughs to himself
walks into the bathroom washes
her from every corner of his
body.