Low

by Mae Grey · 05/01/2026
Published 05/01/2026 11:20

The sink is full of bubbles.

The soap smells like that lime gel

from the dispenser in the dorm.

The tiles were always cold.

They sucked the fever from your knees.


My wrist was red

from the elastic band.

I held the weight of your hair

back from the porcelain

so you wouldn't have to taste the night.

#caregiving #domestic life #illness #intimacy #night #vulnerability

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