Twenty Seconds In the twenty seconds I must count while washing my hands, I think of the small bubbles and their messy magicto absolve all the harm I’ve carried into this house— my sink an altar to rid my sins since gathered,palms rubbing and wringing in prayer,slipping over one another to suds up some salvation, … Continue reading 22 | Twenty Seconds | Recording the Unholy Noise My Car Makes with My Phone While It Makes It