The fingers in the bath ask the fair weathered face:

‘How long have you been submerged?’
‘Were you too impatient for your true features to emerge?’
‘Why do the creases of a five pound note decorate your skin?’
‘How long have you traveled from pocket to pocket, trying to fit in?’

‘Does the ready salted stubble wick the liquor from your lips?’
‘Why do we only care about the cracks between the bricks?’
‘Do your wrinkles show how far you’ve slipped?’
‘Are you jealous that ours only give us greater grip?’