Seated On My Armchair

Seated On My Armchair.

Today I feel so dirty,
That after seven baths,
I feel the same.
And you there,
Who never stepped in the shower,
Do not feel the need.
Of course, one needs to know
What clean is,
To know what is dirty.

I think its an omen:
As I, seated on my armchair, write this,
And water drops...
Off my undried forehead,
Onto this sheet... and blots it.