There’s No Such Thing as Personal Hygiene Because Everything Is Interpersonal, par Chris Gaither

Chris Gaither

There’s No Such Thing as Personal Hygiene Because Everything Is Interpersonal

I’ve never been good at shaving

I struggle to put on deodorant without schmearing it on my shirt

And I’m frequently dripping toothpaste out of my mouth

Onto that same shirt

In this an many other ways

I’m something of a mess

And even when I clean up nicely

You’ll find me wearing dark colors

To obscure my ring-around-the-collar

Because, like most people

I have my share of tricks to look like less of a mess

Still, I wonder what would happen if I let my guard down

For people to see the Right Guard stains on my shirt

Or, better yet

Maybe they already see my stains

But haven’t said anything

Because they love me

In which case I can turn my attention

To guarding that love

By showing them the real me

Since try as I might to hide from it

We’re all in this mess together

And the moment I come to terms with that

Is when things start to get real

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