Wednesday, March 3, 2010

shower day (poem)



I Hate Shower Day

I think I might stand here forever,
mostly under this hot water,
if only because I can’t go back now
without getting the pillow wet

besides, I am wide awake
and mildly entertained

by parts of me I don’t often see
in suspended animation –
not of much
use as such

which is enough to make one pruny hand reach out
to turn off the water.
In good faith, I arrest my final comfort.

three days of
my worldly existence
rinsed away

It is worse than naked!
Colder than before.