you stare at me bewildered as I
drink water from the tap
you use a Brita filter and always wash
your glass before taking a sip

I don’t like wearing shoes so I don’t
when I come over
and you warn me
“the floor isn’t clean, you’re pretty brave.”
as if some dirt on my feet is going to war or dragging myself out of bed

you use Burt’s Bees chapstick
and you refuse to use anything else,
you let your lips run dry rather than using mine when I offer

you are so careful and thought out
and I wonder when you will realize
I will always drink my water straight from the tap
into my mouth
sometimes without wasting time to get a glass

I wonder if you’ll still like me when you find out nothing in my life is clean