scream unconsciousness

we approach each other down the hallway, glossy, distanced & separated & idly i wonder how many bottles of conditioner he uses in one sitting/ standing/ i avert my eyes but keep watching & so does he & we look without looking & he mumbles & i smile because that's what madmen do & i find that comforting like fresh sheets on a summer night when the moon casts blue through your blinds & you feel like you're standing under a misty streetlamp with "Midnight" playing on the wind & dew forming on your hair & down the rabbit hole you go/ as we near we turn our heads back like two magnets pushed together by Left & Right & i wink & he asks what's wrong & i say there's something in my eye & we continue on our way