craftsmanship
she thought nothing
of the penis
shaped
bar
of soap, and nothing
of the boys
who’d no doubt
worked together
in close
quarters
to create
from their
gods
the ball
god
dropped, and still
nothing
of the note
in her locker
instructing her
on how
to take
a bath- not everything
takes the form
of a sickly
double
afraid
to meet
its match
kingsoftrain 
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