The first thing I did in 2010 was clean my bathroom. Scrubbing the tiles, getting in the grout, warm water and soap. Thinking of lovers past. Changing the shower curtain. Throwing out the bathing salts for that second bath that never happened. Knots of black hair in the corners, twisting into rorschach-like shapes. It's strangely theraputic. I see symbolism in almost everything I do these days. What to do next? Call sister to wish her a happy new year.